As you weave through the bustling crowds, brushing past countless people, do you feel lost and confused? You're not the most outstanding one in the crowd, nor the worst. But you are unique. Everyone is like that. Rather than cherishing others, cherish yourself.

What did I discover? Is there some treasure buried here? Who would dig and bury this in such a dense forest? I'm a little scared 😱.

Many want to write history, but few are capable of doing so. Those who are capable of writing history do so precisely by exploiting those who are incapable of it. Most history is a case of "generals receive medals, soldiers receive graves."