Looking back on this journey, I have indeed experienced many extreme moments.

There was a time when I only had a few tens of dollars left in my pocket. That state of not daring to get sick, not daring to have accidents, and not even deserving of emotions is still clear when I think about it now. Later, I chose to take shortcuts to turn things around, not because I was brave, but because I had no way out and could only grit my teeth and push forward.

To outsiders, the result seems like a quick turnaround, very satisfying. Only I know that every step was taken on uncertainty, staying up late, anxious, doubting repeatedly, with my heart hanging while walking. Shortcuts are not easy; they compress time and present risks all at once.

Looking back now, I cherish those days even more. It’s not nostalgia, but a reminder to myself: this path is not easy, and reaching where I am today has come at a cost.