I observe that in this world are many nominally great people always unimpressed by greatness. Whether it is genuine or not, they say, while filled with wealth and fame, that they are partial to an unremarkable life. There are people not really above themselves, but as brave as to attack that partiality. Why living so hard? Why often not after my own heart? Why can't be admired by others and later generations? But if remarkable is the life, there will not be the transcending spirit.

If known that it takes a lifetime to live life, there in the heart will not be much anxiety. As long as the life doesn't end, and is certain not to be caught in vicious cycle, there will always be emerging hope. The carefree life is for the aged, and the ambitious for the young. Other than these, there are still more to choose. But no matter how to live, we can never change the waves of life, which is brought by fate itself and the result of blunders or hard work.