A year carries four seasons.
What occured to me over the last three hundred days however completely went beyond the limits i've adapted to over the past, and being moved and hit again and again was such awful experiences even worse than those expected in a disturbing weather.
Albeit with increasing grip on and futher understanding of the life i‘ve dedicated myself to, i still could not totally stand by it.
In other words, a real grown-up, to some degree, should stop endlessly grumbling if things work out wrong and should forgo the unrealistic thoughts for an unknown future.
That strong one will continue the day with confidence and prudence, in a way that i actually did in the past three years during which i demonstrated my unshaken belief and resolve to my parents before officially announcing the waiver of being a civil servant.
An extract of my blog post in 2017.