My soul smiles at the birth of life, at the pure energy of children, and at the hearts of genuine people. When I dream of a hopeful future and work to make it a reality, I feel a deep, authentic joy from within. I cherish brightness, shun deceit and pretense, and pursue sincerity. The darkness and negativity of the world can never be the source of my joy. So then, what truly makes me smile? It is a life of freedom, comfort, and the hope of tomorrow.
Yet I never cease to ask the fundamental question: Why was I born? Why must I absorb the world’s negative energy and endure misfortune and pain? Can wealth, fame, love, or a harmonious family truly bring a smile to my face? At times, the shadow of my father dims my smile. The life I desire is not this, and there are moments when everything feels overwhelmingly wearisome.
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