Life requires constant transformation, perhaps at any stage. On a winter morning around the age of 18, in just three minutes, accompanied by the morning birdsong and sunlight, I experienced a few minutes of mental shutdown, and I welcomed my first transformation. That was the lowest point of my youth, involving life and survival, as well as the future. There’s no magical story, just a few minutes. I transformed from a pessimistic and even world-weary young person into an optimistic and resilient young person who is not afraid of difficulties. From that moment on, in the years that followed, it seems I have never given up on anything. Lowering expectations to get things done, enduring and persisting in the face of difficulties, although not necessarily successful, I also haven’t completely failed. This state has supported me through another "cycle." Now, as I approach the next eighteen years, is there still an opportunity for transformation? Perhaps I can say, I am gradually transforming? Hehe, who knows?