I realized something: People like me can easily end up living every day the exact same way without even noticing. After the National Day holiday, I took more than ten days off. Since the morning of the 5th, I’ve been going to the provincial library for eight days straight. Every day, it’s the same routine: a bowl of hot dry noodles with soy milk and a bottle of water in the morning, another bottle of water in the afternoon, and sitting there all day. In the morning, I finish a full set of practice papers, review and analyze mistakes at noon, memorize stuff in the afternoon, and then go out for a random feast in the evening. By 11 PM, I’m in bed on time. I’ve been working for almost 10 years, and even on vacation, I somehow managed to turn every day into a repeat of the last. Back in my first two years of work, I used to eat hot dry noodles from the cafeteria every morning. Our company cafeteria was like a buffet with lots of options, but I only ever chose hot dry noodles and soy milk. Later, a colleague noticed and pointed it out, so I switched to corn, steamed buns, egg tarts, and soy milk, and that routine lasted for several years too. When I was in high school, I ate cold noodles from the shop near our school gate for three years straight, no matter the season. In middle school, it was the layered pancakes from the shop next to the school, every day for three years. In college, I had a stable group of meal buddies from undergrad through grad school, so there wasn’t much repetition. Once I get used to a certain lifestyle, my subconscious resists change. That’s why I say I’m a person with very low material desires. Even after making some money here and there from airdrops, I’m still someone with low material desires and an extreme dislike for waste. My younger sister used to order a bowl of hot dry noodles in the morning, take two bites, then order another bowl of noodles and eat two bites of that, throwing the rest away. One time, I happened to see it and lectured her the whole way home. Now, she doesn’t waste food anymore. But wow, how boring am I? Living like this my whole life, the memories in my head probably wouldn’t even match up to someone else’s in a single year. These days, I write “Change brings opportunity” in my notebook every day. Tomorrow, I’m not going to the provincial library. I’ll find a new place to go— Study.