The world does not care about your self-esteem; it only cares about the achievements you produce, and only then does it emphasize your feelings.
Are you willing to let your remaining life become a wine-colored stone, colliding with you throughout your life?
Everyone has their own way of living, and there is no need to replicate someone else's life. Some people appear glamorous on the surface but secretly shed many tears; others seem to struggle with their livelihood, yet they may actually be living freely and happily. There is no standard answer to happiness, and joy does not have only one path. Withdraw your envious gaze and reflect on your own heart. The days you love are the best days; the way you love to live is the best way to live.
Love is like sand in your hand; if you grip it too tightly, it will slip through your fingers. Emotion is like the moon in the water; trying to scoop it up only makes it feel more illusory. The red dust is like flowers in a mirror; after a few blossoms and wilts, it becomes a piece of water and cloud.
Life is like a blank sheet of paper. Each of us comes into this world, and each of us sketches their own life on that paper. Everyone has a different destiny.