Once upon a time, we also became a reality when we went out of society

Yesterday, there was a thunderstorm in Taipei in the afternoon. The original game with friends from college was just a few throws, and then packed up and hid under the eaves, chatting about each other’s current situation, whether the new job was going well, how was the preparation of the thesis? Where are you planning to go for your rendezvous with your girlfriend. Everyone is still the same as when they were students.

After chatting, someone first brought up the topic of investment and financial management, and talked about the recent stock market and so on. Suddenly, everyone enthusiastically shared their opinions. We talked about our own mental journey in the rain.

Once upon a time, it became a reality for us to go out of the society, and the topic of conversation was nothing more than revolving around career and love. Maybe this is growth. Growing up into the image of society, becoming no longer naive, thinking about fame and fortune, as if the rest of the dreams and goals have become unrealistic fantasies.

On the way home, while waiting for the MRT to enter the station, I thought about myself when I didn’t go to work last year. At that time, I didn’t have to worry about anything. The world of adults was so far away from me. The stars circle by my rules.

Today, we have become small, like the "small screw of society" that people often say, inconspicuous.

The MRT's stop light flickered, a pair of white lights at the entrance of the tunnel slowed in, the wind pressure lightly pressed against my face at the entrance, and then stopped, I watched the crowd file up and down the platform, and walked into the carriage, looking for The still empty seats blend into the Taipei crowd at night.