I once saw a bird flying down from the rooftop, suddenly stopping in midair, as if it had forgotten why it was flying. I have also felt this way, walking down the road and suddenly stopping, not because I was tired, but because I didn’t know where to go. People come and go around me, and everyone seems to know their direction, while I stand still, like a piece of luggage without a tag. In this life, one must always do something, must always go somewhere. But if you ask them why they are going, many cannot explain. They say it’s what should be done, it’s right, it’s what is expected.

How did the "should" come about? And who said it should be? We just follow the crowd, like a school of fish being pushed forward, even if what lies ahead is a shallow area, we still squeeze our way up. Sometimes I wonder, shouldn't people have something that is "not supposed to"? For example, one shouldn't live their whole life following the path set by others, one shouldn't always say "it's okay", and one shouldn't hide their own tears, pretending to understand everything. Some people live their entire lives in the expectations of others, and in the end, they haven't even thought about what kind of person they are themselves. The loneliest moments in life are not when no one is around, but when you don't even recognize yourself. You look in the mirror, see a familiar face, but it seems you've never really had a serious conversation with the person inside.

Things he once wanted to do, dreams he once feared, who he secretly liked, what he truly lost, you don't know. Yet, people live like this. Sometimes forgetting, sometimes remembering, sometimes wanting to escape, yet sometimes reluctant to leave. You see the sky changing, the wind rustling the grass, you think that is nature, but in fact, it is the scenery in your heart changing. When you are sad, even under the bright sun, you feel cold. When you are happy, even when it rains, you feel bright. Don't be afraid of walking slowly, don't be afraid of others running fast. As long as you don't forget where you came from, the road will always be walkable. You may not be excellent, not great, not glamorous, but you must be real, have your own pain, your own dreams, your own name. That is enough.