I'm from Hualong, Qinghai, a small county that many people don't know. A few years ago, I gave up my studies and embarked on the road to earning money. At that time, I was very young, I didn't understand anything, and the first job I did was the ramen that people eat now, and from that time on, I began my ramen life.
Many times I regret getting involved in this industry, there is no day to rest all year round, day after day, year after year, every day to live the same life, cruel society, cold reality, overwhelmed me.
No way, life is like that. The sky will be clear, the rain will stop, and in order to live, I face the fire alone and hang the best years on the panel.
The panel does not illuminate my future direction, and the ramen cannot pull out the ideal I pursue. Ramen also buried my youth, ramen restaurant took away all my dreams, I wanted to be like others, flying freely, impatient kitchen knives cut off my wings. Turnip cabbage, binding my body and mind, the pace of work, can not catch up with my hopes.
Ramen can't pull out my sadness, but the clear oil reflects my aging appearance, the vicissitudes on my face, the confusion in my heart, in this ruthless world, it seems so small.
Reality, really too realistic, so realistic that I have no reason to ask for anything, realistic to just ask for enough.
What about falling, getting up, keep walking, crying, wiping away tears, life has to go on.
What if it hurts, I have to endure the pain and have to smile to face it. Tired and how, no one will share it for you, and you have to go your own way.
No one can help you, no one can point you, your own path, choose yourself, and face it bravely.