Pay for youth

In a blink of an eye, it is three or five years. Every month, I wait aimlessly for the gangsters in Cary, doing things I don't like and have to do.

I don't know how many nights, I always indulge in alcohol and unrealistic fantasies to sleep.

In fact, "jumping out" should have been the best choice, but I always choose to believe those seemingly reasonable excuses again to deceive myself.

Lazy thinking becomes more and more serious under the dual effects of day-to-day unsatisfied life and alcohol. I'm not even going to do what I want to do next.

I thought my unruly nature would not fit into such a sad cycle, but I was too poor to say it.

In hindsight, I am about to usher in a sad era.

No, I shouldn't. Life always goes on. Life also needs a correct choice. Maybe this choice is a thorn all the way. I still remember what I said to my mother: I will finish the road I chose on my knees. How can I forget my promise, violate my principles and indulge in a comfortable life?

Yes, I have prepared for the worst. There is only one life, but I want to choose again. Re-choose your own path. Don't make some grandiose excuses for yourself.

I am who I am, and I have a life I love. Even if there is more suffering, I will laugh it off as before.

Looking back at my sixteen-year-old self, I have been working hard for my dream. It even makes the impossible in the eyes of many people possible. Even gave those contemptuous eyes a loud slap.

Now that I am 25 years old, I want to go back to the past and return to myself at the age of 16. Put aside the secular vision and re-choose your life to pay for your youth.