The story of my life It’s kind of hard to outline the pattern of my life since I have been continuously trying to be a better me and shaping a brand new pattern . However, I’m pretty glad to make a summary of the previous story of my life. When I was young, I thought normal life is boring. Looking at the people around me, I couldn’t understand why people would like to do the same work from dawn to dusk, year after year. I asked, “What’s the sense of normal life? Are we born just to survive?” And I didn’t want to be one of those normal ones. Get it? I was simple and naive. I refused to gossip with others and talk about the so-called “reality”. I yearned for life with the brightness of blue sky and salty smell of deep ocean. And I was proud of myself for dreaming to be uncommon. I made those rosy dreams and did romantic things for my own happiness. When I was coming of age, I realized how foolish I was. Those “norm” life I enjoyed was at the cost of the endeavors of people who loved me. What you see is not what you get. Books teach me politician just say what they should say. So before I judge what the government does, I would consider why they made the decisions. Biological lessons teach me human are born to survive and flourish. So the idea of good marriages and big houses are our natural desire and requirement. Economics teach me things are worthy what they cost. Cheap things and free services cost unseen yet precious price of yours. Now I don’t look down on the wishes of stable lives any more. Normal life is not boring. As one of those common people living common life, I’m not ashamed. But I want more beyond that. I strive to do what other people can’t do. The hairless ape inside me drives me to be adapted to the society and make me live well. The “Sophie” inside my mind reminds me of my ability to be a better person. In a nutshell, my daily routine is to take challenges and embrace a better me. Writing essays every day is one of them.