Hi, Future

The future is a road of no return, and this is the only option I can choose.

I often go back to history, the part of my life that has already happened. I often wonder: if I had made a different choice at some point, what would my life be like now, and would there be anything worth looking forward to? As I grew up, I learned that time was an unalterable variable, watching over my body and my slowly draining hope until death.

I think of the autumn of 2020 in Guiyang, shrouded in mist. If I had married her, would I have any expectations for the future today? History always repeats itself in surprising ways — 2021, 2022, 2023… I met many people who could have married me, but in the end I didn’t make a choice. My future is a road of no return. I have experienced too much despair on this road, so I gradually lose sight of the direction ahead.

I have some plans now that I’ve come to Kuala Lumpur. I hope to be able to do what I want here — whether it works out or not, I think I can light the way for myself.