When I was a child, the school encouraged us to read books for half an hour every day and do a good deed. At that time, I didn't understand, because I only wondered how to climb up the tallest chest of drawers in the house and take out the colorful candy in the iron box. Later, I stopped coveting candy on the cupboard because I was tall enough to not like candy that much - but I fell in love with dreaming. Whenever I'm idle and bored, I imagine myself in a sea of candy, chocolate, and ice cream, dreaming that I can eat them as soon as I put my head down, until I can't take it anymore. Later, when I finally grew up, I found that I stopped dreaming and believing in infinite candy, stagnant time, and love for no reason. Instead, I started reading voraciously, blaming myself for not doing what I should have done, and being grateful and humbled by the kindness of my family and partner. I seem to suddenly believe that old fable of childhood. Because I realized that the most important things in life are not the accumulation of coincidences, surprises, pleasures, and selfish desires. I realize that the power of the spirit is eternal, and this power begins with the step that was not taken before the chest of drawers: that is the courage and firm will to pursue in the face of majesty and eternity.
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