你可以拥有一切,只是你不可能马上拥有一切。
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing, 
I don’t focus on the score, I focus on the process.
Perhaps unhappiness can stem from having only one perspective to play with.