Grow up, is no longer believe that adhere to a certain victory, efforts will succeed, understand that everything can not be arbitrary.
There is no longer the ignorance of youth, alone in the path full of thorns practice, more sorrow, less wanton, more reality, less dream.
All troubles to the mouth into a "good", all unsatisfactory also become a "OK".
Is suddenly looking back, found his footprints messy; is looking up at the stars, found the pursuit of the stars far away; is embarking on the journey, found that the past had a good wish.
Heart heavy, smile still; cry silent, joy hard to show.
Dont get to the bottom of the matter any more.
Become more and more able to accept reality, but not more and more realistic.
If it is found to be contrary to the world, it will struggle to survive.
Can smile to recall the past pain.
In my heart, I have the reality of daily necessities, and in my hand, I have the existence of dreams.
Always blood, always tears, but does not hinder the nine to five to go to work, to make money.
Growing up is a secret hidden in the heart, which begins with life and dies in the bottom of the heart. Some people are grinding edges and corners, some people are cutting hands and feet, some people are recognizing the world