One step, another step.
How far you go from the starting point is how far your life has gone. Every footprint, every footprint is a story, every footprint is a growth.
There is a steady and stable footprint, and there is a big footprint next to the small footprint. When I was a toddler, my memory was very vague. When I picked it up, it was full of memories: my parents were supporting me on the left and right. Although my figure was swaying, my footprints were smooth and steady.
There are a pair of footprints, one shallow and one deep, which I am exploring alone on the road of learning. There is no end to learning, and the road to learning is full of fog. The teacher led me on this road, but I could only explore hard on the road alone. The road ahead is bumpy and uneven, and my footprints are shallow and deep.
There is a line of footprints that are messy and ignorant, and so is the direction of life. Starting from the growth of a silly boy, the road of life begins to appear. It is full of dangers, but it is also sunny and sunny, making people yearn for it. I was walking along this path in confusion, and the footprints I left behind were messy and ignorant.
One step, another step.
I don’t know where the end point is, I just know how to move forward; I don’t know how far I have gone, I just know I left footprints.
That is my life.