People always crave more: the wealthy crave power, those in power crave profit, the elderly crave youth, and the frail crave health. So there is no such thing as happiness in this world—only mutual plunder. I am no exception. Carrying a desire for everything foreign to me, I stepped into what, for me, is this new century.
I have never really liked summer. The heat makes people restless, blurring the stories right in front of them and erasing fear. Yet it is always in summer that those stories happen—exams, romance, opportunities, rain. Everything only seems to occur in summer. People openly express their desires, and I inevitably become part of this summer as well.
Looking back, it is actually winter—my favorite season—that holds almost no memories.
At last, the website is up. Projects, blog, even the homepage are barely developed. Just like my résumé, it is still nothing more than a blank sheet of paper. What about life? Only heaven knows.
I always have desires but rarely manage to carry them into reality. Many things end without resolution. At least this website is done—something to be glad about. I should probably list what I need to do next.
Beyond these urgent tasks, there are many other things quietly watching me drift toward death—like learning English—which I am reluctant to do and will not list for now.
The road is long; I will seek it above and below.