I should put less stress on myself. I am already a sufferer of life; life has put its full amount of stress on me, so there is no necessity for me to put the extra amount. Life doesn’t mean harm to me, but by drilling me it really means to make me recognize himself, to add to my wisdom by tasting every experience in a worthwhile manner. To deal with the stress of life, I have to make less lamentation; to refuse the stress from myself, which is more irresistible than that of life, I have to put down the illusion that I can fly like a bird or dive with gills, for which I will definitely be falling or drown to death. In the morning life tells what is going to be done, and in the afternoon I find things are different. This is just the trouble I make for myself.