The world is your oyster. When you finally pry it open, do you want to eat it raw or cooked? Sprinkle it with lemon juice or dip it in mustard, it's up to you.
For the first 30 years, I lived by the rules, falling in love, getting married, and having children according to other people's imaginations. I thought that love was nothing more than that, there was no conflict when we were together, we were a little happy occasionally, we relied on each other, it looked pleasing to the eye but not ugly, 1+1 seemed to be >2, that was enough, let's get married! Have a baby! Get rid of the 7-year itch! Follow the system of marriage.
But after getting along for so many years, the communication became less and less, and the most talked about was the baby. Conflicts and conflicts always existed, but became the only salty taste when chewing wax. How ridiculous.
Zhuyu never thought that she would finally figure out what she wanted at the age of 30. Time was like sand between her fingers, flowing away moment by moment, unable to hold on tightly or keep it. But the experience of life is pale and lacks narrative. It is simply whiter than a glass of water.
It needs to be changed, can it be done as you wish?
Intention: Be yourself