隨心亂雕

I shall admit that I am optimistic, but not in a prudent way. A wise man, in his book, told me to embrace the unknown possibility in the future instead of to fear for, but it is me who has ignored the necessary inference that I shall never overlook the presence, from where can I only proceed. Eloquence, if any, makes pride, while blocks my sight and alienates me from you, my friends. With nothing, I act as if I would succeed eventually. This is what I call ignorance.