As my age increase, I realize that age is just a number.
And, each year, my hope for the next year, become more realistic than before.
Like a lamp guide a path, the lamp doesn’t show the far object, but the near object, maybe that’s life.
As long as everything is under control, it is OK. When it doesn’t work as planned, just switch to next plan.
Finally, I hope, when I end the first quarter next year, I will have something to be proud of, and, at least, make my parents and big bro happy.
As simple as that.