Recently, I often wonder what keeps people going in life.

I don't smoke or drink, and I have no dreams that must be fulfilled. I used to think people would slowly move forward according to their blueprint. Until one day, it shattered completely, without even a shadow left.

Later, I discovered that I still long for some very primitive things. The warmth and embrace of another person, or a closeness without promises. Not because of emptiness, but because these brief encounters always remind me that my heart still has feelings.