Unknowingly, my 30th year has arrived. I feel that I can still be a child when I am 29. When I reach 30, once I cross this threshold, I don't know why, but it seems that I can't call myself a child anymore. Instead, I am already 30, and I am already 30. It does hit myself very hard, knocks my future, future stability, and spend my 30s, 40s, and 50s stably. This is such a life.
People are always thinking about their future, and they have a vague sense of worthlessness, but they are inseparable from the worldly things.
This is how I came to my 30s unknowingly, and maybe I will come to my 40s unknowingly too.
Intention: Just ordinary people, just ordinary people.