the life I want as the life you want Many days ago when I was riding on the road away from university, I saw a man and a women walking along to somewhere I would never know, or nor may be did they know it. The man did not wear any clothes upper body, but shouldered a big and heavy bag. It is a traveling bag obviously. The woman accompanied him beside. I figured she was his girlfriend. The whims in my mind comes to me usually. Some are romantic, and some are even ridiculous. They appears, then goes. Between these whims and me there is a big gap. I don't even want to step ahead to reduce the distance between us. Of course, it can be thought as an excuse to hide what a coward I am. No, no, but this is not what I want to say. On the Internet, a large number of people share or talk their life with various strangers. Their stories are whether general or wonderful or enviable or brilliant. I mean there is always a life we want. We urge it in our hearts so much. But it don't mean that we are satisfied when we get it. Still at the end or even at present we become quite unpleasant. It is not the fulfillment. I want your life as you want mine. Only the processes exists in us. Hong spoke to me of the our own newspapers again. We talked it before. It is an adventurous and attractive idea what is a literature dream to me or many others. I felt helpless because I have no confidence about my capability whether I can do it or not, though I agreed and said nothing at all about the future. Break my back!