A doctor from a top-tier hospital said:

"Only when death is imminent can people truly understand everything. Life is actually a hoax—the primary task is never to buy a house or a car, nor to seek instant gratification. These are desires, not truth."

Life is a dream, illusory and unreal. We should not burden ourselves with so much sense of mission and excessive responsibility. In this world, living us are no different from an ant, an insect, a mosquito, or a beetle.

When you reach the end of life and look back, you will realize that everything we pursue is like fleeting clouds. Fame, fortune, power, and status will eventually turn to dust; gratitude and resentment, love and hate will eventually drift away with the wind. What we truly need in this world is nothing but our inner feelings.

Our fundamental task is not to buy houses or cars, not to make others envious, nor to live a better life than others—but to live life in our own preferred way.

Remember that the excellence you achieve by sacrificing your health is merely a few lines of Song typeface in your personnel file, replaceable at any time. And the gears of the organization have never slowed down one bit because of you.

Life is not measured by official red-head documents, but pieced together by moments of seeing flowers bloom and hearing the rain fall.

After all, the nights you stayed up, the efforts you exhausted, and the tears you shed eventually become nothing but light, white A4 paper in a file bag. But the sunsets you missed, the dinners you failed to keep, and the hands you never held—these are the main text of life that can never be re-filled.