Goodbye 2017, hello 2018.

 2017 rushed by, and

2018 arrived silently.


It seems like a dream, and I wasn't ready to wake up.

But when you wake up, a new year has already begun.

Yes, I'm another year older, and my social media feed is flooded with photos of myself at eighteen.

I realize we're getting further and further away from our eighteen-

year-old selves. What we cared about back then seems less important now. At

eighteen, I was full of anticipation for everything.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, Lunar New Year's Eve... At

eighteen, I was on the sentimental side.

I would write a bunch of emotional words in my New Year's Eve or birthday posts.

I would be overwhelmed with emotion and sad for a long time because of someone's departure.

I would feel down because someone ignored me.

I would feel down because of friends... I cried after an argument with a friend. Back then,

I would always spend a lot of time recording my life in writing.

I'm getting further and further away from my eighteen-year-old self.

I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing

. Actually, I miss the brave us from back then. Back then, we

weren't afraid of anything and would strive hard for what we wanted.

Actually, I miss the us from back then, full of expectations for everything.

But now, it seems that rationality wins over emotion in many situations. It seems we

've learned to treat things with an indifferent attitude.

Now, we're not as impulsive as before when we encounter many things.

Now I understand that what I want to do doesn't necessarily have to be done.

Because being able to and not wanting to are sometimes two different things.

Growing up isn't about doing whatever you want, but about being able to resist doing what you can't do.

But I've gradually realized that we're not as brave as we used to be. We

seem to have become cowardly, accustomed to the mundane routine of daily life,

easily satisfied and no longer deliberately demanding anything—is this what they call contentment?

Sometimes, many things aren't so bad;

a different perspective can bring clarity.

Life may seem unchanging,

but unbeknownst to us, year after year,

we grow. Growth truly happens unconsciously—

you become more mature without realizing it

. You understand better what you need to cherish,

and you understand better which relationships aren't worth wasting time and energy maintaining.

Life's challenges have taught me to talk to myself.

When things aren't going well or I'm unhappy, I've learned to comfort myself.

No matter how hard, tiring, or unhappy a day's work is,

before bed I tell myself it's okay, it will pass.

Then I compose myself, adjust my mindset, and welcome a new day.

In places unseen by others, we are quietly growing .

Don't be afraid of the hard work of 2017.

Say goodbye to the imperfect 2017

; a better 2018 awaits you.

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