Summary
When playing chess, one step is wrong and all the game is lost. It’s a big deal to put down face and regret one step. But what about life? I even suspect that before I step on the chessboard of life, the end has been doomed. I took a move that I can’t regret, which has ruined the so-called future. However, I am extremely smart and still helpless. I have to lower my head and accept the burden. To admit one’s life is probably a process of struggling, failing, struggling again, failing again, starting to lose heart and being down-to-earth. The process started from the day I was expelled from college and ended when I opened the foothill department store. Maybe it’s my life to mix in the crowd. Maybe all my dreams were just the illusion that I secreted too many hormones because of my youth. Boys at this age always have to find ways to support themselves!