I also had a dream-resign and start learning to start a business.

Why choose this path?

I have been asking myself this question and have answered many questions. From the very beginning, I began to think about "why". Only after I had persuaded myself can I turn my back and have no regrets.

In fact, the answer to this question is no longer simple. I just want to do something "with dreams", and I don't want to look at my life like this, and this kind of life is not planned by myself.

In my heart, I am a "restless" person. I have always wondered why our life paths are so similar. Since only the starting point and the ending point are fixed, so how is the process related?

We have seen too many identical scenery, and those scenery are not necessarily what we like. Why cannot we take a path that we like.

Are you afraid of danger? Maybe too many people tell us that the road is broken, that road is too many traps, that road is too many thorns ......

But what is the relationship between all this? Even if you cannot get through, you may not be able to get back and turn another bend. Even if there is a trap, climb up and continue (we should remember that the hero in the martial arts novels often fell into the trap before they learned the peerless martial arts .); Even if there are thorns and scars at most, we may pick a few flowers.

Are you afraid of failure? Yes, we have been instilled by so many people that life is a race. If we don't enter, we will leave ......

But I really don't think life is a race (I'm sorry, please allow me to go off the site, this is what TMD said !), If it is a race, what is the prize? Car? House? Fame and fortune? Where is the destination? Death is definitely not the end, because everyone will be here, and people here are equal and there is no ranking. Where is the referee? Society? Others? None of these are.

Therefore, Life is not a race. It should be a wonderful trip or an unknown adventure.

Over the past 20 years, I have experienced "group tour" and followed the tour guide with "flag" (maybe our parents/elders, maybe our teachers) every day in a hurry, in the crowded "Tourist" crowd, pushed and moving. I don't even know where I am, why I am here, and I have no time to experience the scenery around me. I am only told that I "need" these.

Now, I want to experience self-help tours. I want to see the scenery I want to see. I want to go slowly.

One day, we will all grow old. I am still scared. I didn't know why before. Now I may have an answer.

When my face is wrinkled and stumbling, I lie in a rocking chair to recall the young time, if I can meet the smile, I can proudly tell the children my young story, so what do you fear when you get old.