No one can bargain with life; so as long as you are alive, you must strive forward.
I have my own blossoming, and I have my own poise. No longer in the age of innocence, nor in the dreamlike season of youth, the passing years have etched a journey of wandering. In the flowing river of life, through the seasons of blooming and fading, and through all the storms and trifles, ripples of longing and drifting have opened in the lake of my heart. Drifting thoughts rise with the wind, revealing the footprints of wasted time and the mottled scars, bit by bit, blurring the crystal tears in my eyes.
People become more responsible. We no longer give up easily. Facing life's many challenges, some matters cannot be taken lightly, and some people cannot be treated casually. We learn to be cautious and to handle relationships with care, because we seek dignity and a life of our own. It turns out that we create life, and life is quietly changing us.
