During high school, I had to study intensely every day. Teachers said that a life without experiencing the college entrance exam was incomplete. High school was a crucial stage in life, as if those three years were meant to rank people. After high school and the exam were over, reflecting back, nothing substantial remained. Flipping through old books and notes, I marveled at my own "insights" at the time, how spot-on my opinions on matters and people were, and admired my diligence, like a bee producing a lot of honey. Yet, there was no sweetness; all that effort carried a bitter tang. Experiencing the exam seemed to perfect life, but in truth, it was only the beginning of regret...
In university, teachers told us that the amount of knowledge acquired was not important; what mattered was forming our own life perspective and values. The key was to learn how to learn, not just to memorize subjects. Joining clubs, working part-time, spending time in libraries and labs—everything worth trying was done. During university, I dreamed of traveling far and wide, but without money, I decided to wait until I was working, earning my own money, and then I would explore the country, covering rivers and mountains, haha...