One day the clouds will part and the sun will shine.

     Lately, it's been raining constantly here; it feels like ages since I've seen the sun.

    Every day, I frantically search the streets and alleys for a job, but repeated failures and setbacks make me suddenly feel so insignificant. I always pretend not to care while feeling disappointed, telling myself that the misfortune I'm suffering now is equal to the happiness I'll receive in the future. I arrogantly believe that God treats everyone in this world equally.

    Sometimes I feel out of place in this world, not understanding the unspoken rules of survival. Perhaps sometimes a few lies are necessary, sometimes excessive flattery is required. For a job, even a kind and innocent child has to learn to weave lies.

    Suddenly, I truly understand the meaning of "When you can't change the world, you have to learn to change yourself to adapt to it."

    Because we don't want to change ourselves, or rather, because we're stubborn and inflexible, we always miss out on so-called opportunities. Lies

    can often fool others, but they can never fool ourselves—we always firmly believe this.

    So we are forced to search desperately in this city, always clinging to hope, yet constantly suffering disappointment. Often, we feel lost, like standing in a swirling fog, looking left and right before helplessly and cautiously moving forward again…

    Often, sitting on the bus, watching people get on and off, coming and going, busy with their own lives and affairs, I sit like an outsider in a corner unseen by them, observing their diverse lives.

    I envy those busy people, after all, they have things to keep them occupied, living fulfilling lives. And I, watching time slip irrevocably through my fingers like water, feel an indescribable emptiness.

    When this city, neither too big nor too small, is filled with our crooked footprints, we realize that society is not as simple as we thought, and many people may not have had such smooth sailing to success.

    Perhaps it's because we're new to this complex society, but we can still crack jokes and play around in the bustling streets when we fail repeatedly, always using these methods to mask our sadness and resentment. Maybe we've been too optimistic, so we always use escapism to temporarily forget what we don't want to accept.

    Fortunately, we're still young, so these failures will pass quickly, and we have enough patience to face the road ahead. We don't want to give up so easily. Maybe God will doze off, but he'll wake up someday. Hehe, I hope I'll find a job, and so will you, my friends who are also looking for jobs with me.