Sometimes there is a phantom that makes you feel retrogressive, even though you are unceasingly working hard on a certain object. Like a musician composes unattractive music, a painter draws unsightly pictures, and someone like me writes more disagreeable writings.

We all try to attract people around. But some of us, by comparison between now and the past, are more often obstinately trying to allure themselves. We all wish and yearn that the present attainments could win, however an unconfident state of mind would defy this wish. Am I less capable? I think it should not be too quickly affirmed.

Like a lengthy movie, there would be highlights and common periods. We can not expect brilliant time throughout the whole play. So it has been clear: we are not always higher than ourselves. We are only better and better on the whole, a way of accretion which is not straight but a zigzag.