Staring at the screen for a long time, I still have to admit: I can't achieve perfect objectivity. Even when my logic has already sounded the alarm, and subconsciously I feel it's wrong, my hand hovering over the keyboard still pops up that damn thought: "What if this time is different?" Honestly, we are all inherently arrogant. We always think that at some moment we can grasp the back of fate's neck, believe that the world should revolve around us, and see ourselves as the destined child in this script. But in reality, the world never needs a supporting role to nod; it continues to run regardless. We are just the protagonists of our own lives. I used to think that this kind of "luck" was shameful, but now I believe it’s probably the warmth of being human. But I need to learn to put a rational lampshade over this fire. Admitting that I am just a supporting character is actually quite refreshing. Without that divine pressure of "must be correct," I can instead carefully craft my own few lines of dialogue. No longer seeking miracles, only seeking logical consistency.