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　　For my 2014
　　Unintentionally, I grow one year old. I am not very happy about that, because I did grow taller or slimmer as I wished. How I wish I could stay at my 20s! I think I would pay anything for it. However, seemingly, it is not possible. Time is pressing on just like water flows from high to low.
　　Looking back my life, especially the recent 2 and 3 years, I tried hard to grab time to do “something”。 Because we can show we are living as a meaningful identity by showing that special “something” that we have achieved. This something can be profoundly complex, and be extremely simple. It may be complicated since life is a complex itself. Hardly can anyone state clearly what he or she wants from life for being contented with it. It can also be as simple as getting a promotion, a salary raise, or even a long-wanted iPhone. Either complex or simple, my life did slip away without my doing anything secularly meaningful.
　　I always comfort myself with you are still young, and you have plenty of time. However, when I am looking at my students who are almost12 years younger than me, how could I still have the courage to say, “You are still young, to myself.” When I am looking at my aging parents, how could I dare to say, “You are still young, to myself.” When our my peers are showing off their babies, how could I reasonably claim, “You are still young, to myself.”
　　Of course, I do not mean that being old only brings demerits. Being one year older tells me that I have lived safe and sound for other 365 days, though some parts of body become stiffed.