Scrolled Twitter all day and realized that it's not just in China; it seems like everyone in the world is the same, all troubled by work, marriage, family, illness, and pain. Turns out there’s no moon that’s rounder in foreign countries; the world is still the same world. For a moment, I felt my thinking had broadened, as if automatic language translation had realized the vision of a global village, but it seems the world isn’t as beautiful as I imagined 🥹 Growing up is so exhausting. Why did I look forward to growing up so much when I was a child? How foolish...