MEANING OF LIFE
When everyone rushed off to their targets, I stayed to watch.
So many kind of boats were passing by and so many kind of names people called that boats. Some just went with the current; some rowed desperately, trying to outrun the others; some thought their way was special and turned their boat against the current. And each of them claimed that the main purpose was to keep afloat and stay on the selected course. Where are they now...? All had been swept away by the water. Only a few managed to realise that the meaning was not in the boat. The meaning is in the river itself.