How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.
The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not.
Life was like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.
Believe in yourself, you can do it.
当我相信某件事时，我就像一只咬着骨头的狗。
The pursuit of knowledge is a never-ending journey.