It's that time of year again.

    I don't know when it started, but the old Christmas carol began playing cheerfully on car stereos, and the Christmas atmosphere filled restaurants and bars. Looking back suddenly, I realized another year had been wasted.

    Thinking about the past, perhaps I'm really getting old; some things in my memories no longer seem so important. Dreams, whether realized or not, lie quietly there, no longer stirring any ripples in my heart.

    Whether it's more gray hair or deeper wrinkles, I used to remember using inspirational songs or poems to motivate myself when I was criticized. But one day I suddenly understood that maturity is about being able to calmly accept differing or even wrong viewpoints.

    Aside from those micro-business owners, almost no one updates their status on social media anymore. I don't know when it started, but everyone slowly closed their windows; I don't know when it started, but all that's left on social media is empty platitudes and meaningless platitudes.