"Why do people live?" "What is the meaning of family?" "Am I in control of the direction of growth?" When I am idle and panicked, I always like to debate with myself, overturning the answers over and over again, stubborn to the point of collapse, but it is also fun and leisurely.
When I grew up, I discovered that I did not have the sensitivity, thinking, and empathy that I had when I was a child, and I had lost the courage that once seemed unworthy of mention.
Why?
I started thinking again and started trying. This is a personal essay to record the problems that troubled me while I was growing up. The content may be childish, the language may be immature, and the ideological core may be confusing... But I hope to see personal changes.
My friend, I don't know if you are also confused, anxious, and cynical. I hope to read your story. This is a wonderful encounter. We are not alone.
Intention: Seize the courage to seize