The margin of error in life is beyond imagination.

I've always lived based on my interests.
In my first and second year of college, I loved reading books and spent all my time in the library.
In my third and fourth year, I fell in love with computers and spent my time gaming in internet cafes.
After graduation, I casually found a job and just started working,
barely making enough to get by.
When I earned some money, I would rest for a few months or a year playing games in my rented apartment,
and when I ran out of money, I would randomly look for a job to support myself.
Maybe I’ve been incredibly lucky all along.
Now, I somehow still manage to survive.