Before I Was Eighteen

I have fantasized countless times that when I was eighteen, I might be academically successful and full of love for life. As time passes by, year after year, I gradually realize that a person's life is just walking on an established track, and the probability of changes such as derailment can be ignored. Maybe I am just an ordinary person as small as dust in the story woven by fate, and an ordinary person may not be remembered by anyone, including myself. I never thought I would get ahead, but I thought I would live a good life. I would like to dedicate this book to my eighteen years old.