A doctor from a top-tier hospital said:

People can only truly understand all of this when they are about to die: life is actually a scam.

The main task is not to buy a house or a car, nor to indulge in instant gratification. These are desires, not the truth.

Life is just a dream; it is fleeting and not real. We should not burden ourselves with so many missions and excessive responsibilities.

In this world, we who are alive are no different from an ant, an insect, a mosquito, or a beetle.

When you reach the end of your life and look back suddenly, you will realize that everything we pursue is like smoke; fame, wealth, and power will eventually turn to dust, and grudges and hatred will drift away with the wind.

Our most genuine need in this world is simply the feeling in our hearts.

Our fundamental task is not to buy a house or a car, not to make others envy us, nor to live better than others, but to spend our lives in a way we love.

Remember, the excellence you gain by sacrificing your health is just a few lines of Songti font in your personnel file, replaceable at any time.

And the gears of the organization’s operation never stop because of this.

Life is not measured by red-headed documents, but by moments when you see flowers bloom and hear the rain.

After all, the nights you stay up late, risking your life, shedding tears, all become light and floating white A4 paper in your file folder.

And the sunsets you missed, the dinners you canceled, the hands you never held—these are the parts of life that can never be recovered.