I remembered how I used to cry a lot in my childhood, which is unimaginable now. I want to talk about the end of a summer when I was able to live purely and like a human being like I did back then.
On a hot summer day when I was a student, I went with a friend to get my scuba diving license. The instructor at the time taught me that if I was being tossed around by rough waves and felt in danger, I should cling to a nearby big rock and ask for help from an advanced diver. But calm seas are not attractive either. A yacht moves forward with the wind, but the most difficult time is when there is no wind. At first glance, it may seem more difficult to move forward against the wind, but a method called "tacking" is used to tilt the sails to catch the wind and move forward in a zigzag pattern. Am I the only one who feels something similar to life?