Recently met many people, or rather, over the past two years, I've encountered all kinds of diverse individuals. They often flash different lights in my nights—some warm, some dazzling, some obscure at times, some bright at others. In short, each has their own uniqueness, which makes me can't help but feel that everyone I've met has a distinct personality and values.

Because I am also a person with a strong sense of individuality and self-awareness, some encounters feel like strangers, with little interaction. Being able to have a brief meeting and share a journey together is already very good.
What’s most regrettable and most impactful are perhaps those intense encounters—meeting face-to-face at nearly a 90-degree angle—intense, brief, then each going their own way.
Is it because of incompatible values or different fates? I often ponder this. Maybe it’s the hormones triggered by those fleeting intense moments that leave the deepest imprint in my memory, making it unforgettable.
I can't tell if I am influenced or if I have an obsession with over-control in my heart, thinking that a moment is forever, forgetting that people are different.
Flowers come in a hundred varieties of red—perhaps I have already been changed, influenced. The obsession with control is simply a joke.
But I no longer care. Meeting is already a top-tier blessing; why bother with longing and wasting years?
I can only continue on my journey, crossing mountains, meeting better people, and also discovering a better version of myself.