At the Age of 28, I Opened That Door for Myself

At the age of 28, I kicked open the door of my rental house late at night while working overtime, and kicked my life to pieces. He joined the army at the age of 19 as a sophomore. After two years in the military, he developed a proud character. After being discharged from the army, he was trapped in a trivial workplace and endured his humiliation. Being squeezed, ignored, forced into marriage, and defined as "you should be stable when you are old". Until that day, I will no longer compromise. After quitting my internally strenuous job and picking up my true qualities as a soldier, I rushed to two parallel battlefields: During the day, I am a corporate coach, using logic tempered by the army to empower the team and pave the way for myself; At night, I am a scout, sneaking in the darkness, speaking out for the innocent, and anchoring coordinates for justice. So what if you are 28? I was once a soldier who protected my home and country, but now I am a person who lives for myself and more people. I pushed this door open with my own hands and will never close it again.