Walking the Road of Life

     It's said that as people grow up, troubles follow. In fact, as long as desires exist, troubles will never cease. Why is that? As a child, I hated studying, longed for freedom, and wanted to escape the constraints of family. Now, I'm working, earning money, and mature, yet I want to end my wandering, willing to be bound by attachments, and my yearning for belonging is exceptionally strong. Isn't this contrary to my former ideals? What I've pursued my whole life is simply moving from one family to another.

    The TV wasn't good; after flipping through the channels, I ended up watching "Princess Pearl," which has been playing for ten years. The faces of those girls are older than they were last night; the once vibrant women are now mature beauties, less talkative, more reserved. I, who was once obsessed with fantasy, have also drifted away from fairy tales, seeking only temporary, carefree joy, which I can forget about later—it doesn't matter anymore. I care about less and less in this world.

    What is home? Warm support or mutual devotion? Beyond the spiritual core, there's shelter from the wind and rain, fragrant meals, and warm blankets—these are the stark realities, the utter materialities. Gods don't partake in mortal life, but alas, there are no gods.

    If I didn't have parents, I'd be willing to roam the world with you, but without parents, there would be no me. So I can only settle in one place. The fulfillment of love is sacrifice. Losing you means sacrificing love itself. If you were given a bouquet of roses to see the one you love, which would you choose? Those who choose red roses are born protectors of love; those who choose white roses are destined to be the takers.

    I believe in true love, in purity, in vows. And therefore, I believe in tomorrow. A movie once said that a good meal can change your values. When I was in Shanghai, seeing the bustling crowds and dazzling streetlights, I understood this statement even more deeply. No wonder those who leave don't want to return, and those who stay are too lazy to go out. I'm a slow-paced person; unless I become a millionaire there, I'd probably be swept away by the speed. The color of the sky is the same everywhere; what differs is people's choices.

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