I've always thought that way.

 　　I always believed that the wind was flowing, the water was gentle, the flowers were beautiful, and life was blissful. Foolishly, I naively believed this. I don't know about others, but at least I thought so…

　　But when the story unfolded to a point I didn't know, I realized that everything wasn't going as expected. The flag of life always wavered, and the direction seemed nowhere to be found.

　　I, who love to listen, always sit by the window, quietly, quietly listening to the breath of nature, touching its subtle heartbeat, secretly burying nature's most beautiful sounds deep within my heart, quietly blooming a charming smile, echoing the melody of happiness again and again, lingering in my ears. The sadness of the wind, the subtle fragrance of the rain—listen, listen to the most natural things. Gradually, the wind stops, the rain tires, and everything returns to calm, finding peace on the surface, stopping at the heart. Perhaps this is the true meaning of life.

　　Foolishly, I always lingered at the starting line, lacking something called courage that compelled me to take that hesitant step, leaving me still at the starting point of life, standing on tiptoe, gazing at the seemingly endless finish line, sighing inwardly. Later, the howling wind pushed me off the starting line, taking my first step in life—a life that belonged only to me, a life that was mine alone. Whether I drift aimlessly, living a mediocre life, or live a life of brilliance and splendor, it all depends on my own choice. After much contemplation, witnessing the blooming and fading of flowers, it seems that life is not entirely predetermined. One's future is in one's own hands; man can conquer nature. When even the wildflowers by the roadside bloom with stunning beauty, and the low-lying grass displays a tenacious spirit, I realize that the brilliance of life needs to be created by oneself, and the miracles of life need to be written by oneself. Grasp the helm of destiny; you are the true captain.

　　After darkness comes dawn. I always thought that everything was predetermined, that nothing needed to be done, that light would eventually replace darkness. But looking back, if we don't strive, if we don't fight, will the night end its reign? Will it obediently retreat? If it were you, would you? Of course not, I think we all would. Knowing this, I began to change. From then on, I learned to strive, to fight, to create my life with my own hands, to fulfill my beliefs with conviction, to dare to fight for my beliefs, to dare to dedicate myself to my ideals, and even to dare to challenge life itself, bravely becoming the helmsman of my own life, setting sail and heading towards the distance.

　　I always thought this way, always believed this way. However, my understanding has changed, and my thoughts have departed from the past. I still foolishly believed this way, even as the curtain of life falls, I still foolishly believed this…