"When you realize you are not important, do you quietly exit the stage?"
This question has been lingering in my mind today.
The rain was pouring heavily, and the wind was strong, blowing the leaves off one by one. As I watched that scene, I suddenly wondered: when the leaves fall, do they feel finally free, or do they miss the days of clinging to the branches?
In fact, each of us is like a leaf on a tree—yearning for freedom, yet afraid of being blown away. But looking at it from a different perspective, perhaps true growth is about finding a new direction in the wind.
So, don't just get e
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