It was so sudden—what used to really bother me about being misunderstood seems to have grown into something I can accept to a much greater extent. I no longer cling too hard to proving myself or explaining. If there’s a misunderstanding, it’s just a kind of filter—there’s no strict right or wrong. Then I have more time to be alone, to think, to bring my focus back to my original heart and my work—practice, and correct every mistake. The results will reflect and validate the entire process. If there’s no one road, there will always be another. Not choosing is also a choice. Whether it’s gain or loss—who can truly say? Believe in fate, believe in turning points, and believe that everything is the best arrangement.🤞🏻 It matters, and it doesn’t matter at the same time. Good and bad, I’ll accept them all together. Whatever the heavens give, I’ll enjoy it. When fortune turns on misfortune, how can you know it isn’t a blessing? 🫡