Putting on a beautiful new pair of pants, I walked down the street with confidence. The style of the pants is fashionable and generous, and with a simple shirt, the whole person looks brand new.
I walked waddled as if the whole world belonged to me. These pants are simply a source of confidence for me and make me feel like I can handle anything.
However, at this moment, a sudden gust of wind and rain shattered my self-confidence.
I thought my pants and belt would be able to withstand this sudden challenge, but the belt couldn't stand it and collapsed. It was as if I had been hit by the vital point, and I was at a loss for a while, so I could only cover my pants and look for shelter from the rain in embarrassment.
When I returned home in fear, I found that my pants had become disobedient because I had not put on a belt. This small detail actually made me lose my armor, which is really an inconspicuous but fatal flaw.
My friends weren't around, and I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot. I searched around for something that could temporarily replace the belt, looking for ropes, paper towels, alas, to no avail. At this time, I really wish I could have a universal belt, and these worries have long been forgotten.
In desperation, I had to drag my pants and continue to mess around. I've always felt like an independent person, but without the belt, I feel like I've lost the direction of my life. I began to doubt life, as if everything had lost its meaning.
During this time, I finally realized that I was far more dependent on the belt than I had ever thought. A belt is not only a tool to tie my pants together, but also a tool that keeps me confident and stable. For me, losing the belt is equivalent to losing myself, and even more so, losing the courage to live. Through this accident, I deeply realized my dependence and what real "dependence" is.