What will be the final result of the flag you set?

How proud your face is when you raise the flag, and how swollen it is when you are slapped in the face.

My hometown is a typical industrial town, and most of my family members are factory workers. Before I graduated from college, my dad told me that as soon as I got my diploma, I would come back and work in the factory.

When I was young, I was ambitious and always wanted to start my own career in a big city. I didn’t want to go back to a small county and be an ordinary worker. I told myself at that time: I would not go to the factory even if I starve to death.

After graduating from college, I stayed where I wanted to be. However, I haven't found a suitable job for several months, and I am struggling to live below the food and clothing line every day. My life is simply miserable.

After persisting for less than half a year, I returned to my hometown in despair. I followed the path my father showed me and became a worker in a factory. Although it’s not a good idea to be a worker, you can’t really starve to death.

Life in the factory was not hard, but it seemed hopeless. I feel more and more that I am immersed in this ordinary life. I am not willing to accept it. I still want to have a try.

After working for two years, I chose to resign. Because of my resignation, I had a big fight with my father when I got home. When I slammed the door and left, I told myself: I won’t come back unless I start a little career of my own outside.

Life is often more dramatic than movies. Movies have scripts, but life does not. After several years of being miserable outside, I made little progress in my career, didn't save much money, and was in a complete mess emotionally.

I already felt that there was no hope outside, so I returned to my hometown. How proud you were when you left, how depressed you were when you came back. I didn't feel that I was hit hard, but my heart was already numb.

I have been living in my hometown now. From that time on, I rarely raised the flag. I was always afraid of being ruthlessly slapped in the face by life again, and afraid that my abilities could not keep up with the pace.

Life is like a big drama. We always think that we are the protagonists, but we unknowingly become the passers-by.