I have never stopped to think seriously. Although I have a vague feeling that I should think carefully about the road ahead in life, I always feel that I can wait a little longer.
But the events of the past few years and the aftermath of this epidemic have forced me to stop and think carefully. It seems that over the past decade or so, from being young and impetuous to being more composed, I have learned some skills to survive while drifting in society. However, I know that my inherent personality has not changed. The enthusiasm I had for making my way in Beijing in the early 2000s has long been dampened. Although I was reluctant, I gradually accepted it. The passion is fading away, and living feels like a habit. But now reality forces me to seriously consider how to play the second half of my life: to defend or to counterattack? Should we just draw or strive to score another goal? Actually, I don't know either. Maybe I'm just a little scared. Afraid of losing. My mindset has been constantly rising and collapsing over the past year, in a cycle.
It was only recently when I heard a sentence that I felt relieved.
Question: What should I do if I'm defeated by life?
Answer: Then just lie down and have a good rest. Tell life that you can be defeated, but before you are defeated, please keep working hard... .
