I can only say that time passes so quickly; in a flash, it's Winter Solstice again. That 2024, which was once infused with so much hope, is ultimately destined to end with regrets.

Unknowingly, many essay-style videos have appeared on Douyin. People are sharing those regrets and unwillingness to let go. Maybe there aren't that many happy people in the world, or perhaps big data has simply classified me into the unhappy group. I have to admit that big data is really powerful. In today's highly developed information age, it seems to have become the person who understands you best. When you are happy, you find that your surroundings are full of positive life, and when you are sad, it lets you know that there are many people in the world who can empathize with you. Although I hate being labeled by big data, at the same time, I cannot refuse the sense of belonging it gives. Okay, I've digressed. Actually, I've thought about writing something more than once, but I was afraid of rambling too much and losing the original intention when I first put pen to paper... just like now.

So, back to the main topic. Actually, at the beginning of every year, I am always full of hope for the new year, but somehow I always end up spending another "worst year." I saw someone say that the memo pad is a safe haven, so I went to look through my memos and saw the negative energy I recklessly vented there year after year. The memo pad is a trash can; all past sorrows, regrets, confusion, and anger were crumpled into balls of waste paper, piled up in the corner of that already overflowing trash can. And that white sheet of paper filled with the stories of 2024 will eventually become a corner of memory.

I am a nostalgic person, and I am a sensitive person. I worry about gaining and losing everything I own. This has taught me to cherish, but not everything can be held onto, and I am powerless against loss. Some people mock my sentimentality, others are tired of my mood swings, and perhaps some once thought they could save me but eventually pushed me into a deeper abyss. Therefore, I do not expect understanding and approval from others; more often than not, I might be a solitary person. Sensitivity is my gift, and because of sensitivity, the pain and happiness I feel are doubled.

Well, actually there are many more things I could ramble about, but the future is long—no matter how long, there is still expectation. Why dwell on the sentimental disturbances of the past? Regrets, no matter how many times spoken, remain regrets.

So many deeds cry out to be done, and always urgently; the world rolls on, time presses. Ten thousand years are too long, seize the day, seize the hour. — Mao Zedong Quotes

So, Happy Winter Solstice.