The so-called strong are the solitary warriors who challenge fate alone. What you need to win is this damn destiny. Remember, when you choose to fall, the whole world will make way for you—no one will even glance at you. But once you are determined to break free from the quagmire and rewrite the script of fate into the way you want, the people blocking your path can line up from the street to the end of the block. Those who secretly pull you back and watch you fall back to the starting point are often the voices you once poured your heart out to, the acquaintances who can't stand seeing you succeed. Ultimately, true strength is never about luck with someone guiding you; it’s about being the solitary warrior who dares to bear fate alone. Don’t envy those who rise to fame at a young age, like a speedboat that hasn't endured a storm—just a gust of wind can capsize it. Those who accumulate strength over time and achieve greatness later are like a giant ship rooted deep in the ocean. No matter how fierce the waves or how strong the wind, they can still steer their course. When the timing isn’t right, you have to swallow the grievances and losses, grit your teeth and endure. The pressure others can’t handle, the tragedies they can’t bear, you must endure. The dark nights others can’t survive, you must stay up through. When the moment is ripe, calm your mind, steady your ground—even if the outside world is in chaos, you must remain as steady as a rock. Walk each step carefully, unleashing all the strength you’ve accumulated. The goals you fight for, the wins you seek, are never about the people around you like Zhang San or Li Si, nor about the references in idle gossip. It’s this damn fate that refuses to bow, the very fate that once held you in its grip, almost making you admit defeat.