Interesting people, interesting things, an interesting life is a story. Waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the wind to come, but the moment we start waiting, we are already lost. Life belongs to oneself, has nothing to do with others; the world is one's own, no need for many words. In one's own world, one can entertain oneself, why must one dance around in others' worlds? Cultivating oneself is simply about returning to the present, returning to oneself is enough, bravely creating what one wants, as for others, just give them respect!