It always seems impossible until it's done.

"We are all our own graveyards I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were."

你的太阳无法照耀是因为我。

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, 

写作是一种理解世界的方式，让我们在周围的混乱中找到意义。