Camellia
@camellia
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Fifteen years ago, I left home to explore the world. Back then, I thought the problems I saw were unique to China. Over time, I realized something surprising: the whole world runs on the same messy human systems, just with different packaging.
I've traveled everywhere, from New York to small towns in Scandinavia, from Tokyo to lazy Mediterranean villages. What struck me most was how similar our problems are. Slow bureaucracy, rigid social classes, unspoken rules, and power games exist everywhere.
American politicians make the same empty promises as leaders back in China. European wealth passes down through generations just like Chinese "rich kids" do. Japanese social awareness mirrors Chinese workplace politics. When you look closely, the differences between East and West fade away.
People are fundamentally the same wherever you go. We share the same hopes, fears, selfishness, and capacity for kindness. We're all playing similar roles on the same human stage.
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Friends say my life is a fireworks show, bursting in colours no one can predict.
Years ago, in the rain by the Thames, I ran through seven tube stations, water splashing at my heels. But now, under the grey skies of West Lake, I can’t even leave the couch.
Three years back, I refused to touch coriander, picking out every leaf no matter how finely chopped. But last week, at a street stall, I devoured a bowl of spicy noodles without realising it was sprinkled with the very thing I once despised. Some changes happen quietly, by the time you notice, the old self is already gone.
My wardrobe has seen stranger rebellions. Last year, under Forest City’s scorching sun, I stuffed all my colourful clothes into a donation bin. Black took over my hangers like crows settling in a sycamore. But look at old photos, and you’ll find a girl drifting through Europe, always dressed in something bright.
A digital nomad’s life is a feast in motion, leaving behind scattered fragments of old selves. Some call me fickl... 0 reply
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