Looking Back Three Years

Life is born ordinary, but we are not willing to be ordinary! When I was young, I fantasized about fighting a sword across the world. In my middle age, I lamented the harshness of the world. In the end, the harsh beating of reality wiped away the ideals in my heart, and I felt bitter and melancholy in order to live a mediocre life. Isn't this absurd life the price you have to pay after making choices again and again?