My hometown is a typical industrial town, and basically my family are factory workers. Before I graduated from college, my father told me that I would come back to work in the factory as long as I got my diploma.
Young, I am ambitious. I've always wanted to start my own business in a big city, and I don't want to go back to a small county to be an ordinary worker. I told myself at that time: I won't go to the factory if I starve to death.
After graduating from college, I stayed where I wanted to stay. However, I haven't found a suitable job for several months in a row, and I struggle below the subsistence level every day. Life is simply terrible.
After less than half a year, I went back to my hometown and left. My father showed me the way and became a worker in the factory. Although it is not good to be a worker, you can't really starve to death.
Life in the factory is not bitter, but it seems hopeless. I feel more and more immersed in this dull life. I am unwilling, but I still want to have a rest.
After working for two years, I chose to resign. I had a big fight with my father when I went home because I resigned. When I slammed the door, I told myself: I won't come back until I start my own business outside.
Life is often more dramatic than movies. At least movies have scripts, but life doesn't. I have been wandering outside for several years, but I have made no progress in my career and haven't saved any money. I feel even worse.
I felt hopeless outside, so I went back to my hometown. How proud you were when you left and how depressed you were when you came back. I didn't feel much hit, but I was numb.
I have always lived in my hometown. From then on, I seldom set up flags. I am always afraid of being ruthlessly hit by life, and I am afraid that my ability can't keep up with the rhythm.
Life is like a big drama. We always think that we are the protagonists, but we unconsciously become passers-by.