She was almost 50 years old, but had nothing to do. She had no car, no house, no home, no savings. She had lost her parents, her health, her self-confidence, her ability to learn, and her dreams. On the night before her 50th birthday, on the way home from work, she did something good for the first and only time in her life. He pushed away a lone boy in a wheelchair who was about to be hit by a speeding driverless sports car. She died, but she felt that it was better to die. She had had enough of this mediocre and fucked life.
She died, but lived again. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of my 24th birthday. She has just entered the workplace for more than two years, and she is still just a little fat girl. Her life of indulgence without self-discipline or learning has just begun. There is always a chance to make amends and start over!
If you were 50 years old and were reborn as 24 years old, how would you like to live this time? What follows is my answer!
Intention: Change from now on, pursue your dreams with self-discipline!