Today, I heard a little story called "The Tortoise and the Hare II". After the first race between the tortoise and the hare, the hare felt不服气 (unconvinced/resentful), and prepared for another race, secretly determined not to be lazy again and to honestly finish the race. When the official race began, the hare really ran with all its might, without being lazy at all, but still lost. It turned out that the hare had run in the wrong direction, and the tortoise won again.
The moral of this little story is profound. Isn't one's life just like a race between the tortoise and the hare? Once you run in the opposite direction, no matter how hard you try, it will all be in vain, destined for failure.
When a person chooses a direction on a straight line, there are undoubtedly three situations: moving forward, backward, or standing still. In fact, from the perspective of tenses, these correspond exactly to the past, present, and future, which are all the answers to the choices of life's direction. There will be no fourth choice.
The answer is definitive: one must move forward, and this is the only correct choice. Choosing to go backward, who has the ability to turn back time? Choosing to stand still means death or an end; then there is no need to choose any direction. Only by moving forward can one continue, and demonstrate the meaning and value of the choice itself.
Direction is the sign of life. Losing direction is equivalent to losing life.