I once saw a bird fly down from a rooftop, suddenly stopping in mid-air, as if it had forgotten why it was flying. I have felt that way too, 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 that has lost its tag. In 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 necessary. But where does "should" come from? Who decides what is "necessary"? We just follow the crowd, like fish being pushed forward, even if the path ahead is shallow, we still push our way through. Sometimes I wonder if people should have something that is "not supposed to". For example, not supposed to walk along the path set by others for a lifetime, not supposed to always say "it’s okay", not supposed to hide their tears and pretend to understand everything. Some people live their whole lives in the expectations of others, and in the end, they never even think about what they are really like. The loneliest moments in life are not when no one is with you, but when you don’t even know yourself. You look in the mirror and see a familiar face, but the person inside seems like someone you’ve never really talked to. You don’t know the things he once wanted to do, the dreams he once feared, who he secretly liked, or what he truly lost. But people live like this. Sometimes they forget, sometimes they remember, sometimes they want to escape, and sometimes they are reluctant to leave. You see the sky changing, the wind stirring the grass, and you think that’s nature, but in fact, it’s the scenery in your heart that is changing. When you are sad, even under the bright sun, you feel cold. When you are happy, even in the rain, you feel bright. Don’t be afraid to walk slowly, don’t be afraid of others running fast. As long as you don’t forget where you came from, you will always be able to keep going. You can be unremarkable, not great, not glamorous, but you must be real, have your own pain, your own dreams, your own name. That is enough.