"Actually, deep down in your heart, you understand better than anyone else that this world is cruel. Survival of the fittest, the weak are eliminated — that’s the way of nature. If you are capable, you will always step on the shoulders of others; if you aren’t, you will always beco soone else’s support. Whether you choose to be one or the other depends entirely on your inner choice. The choices you make ti and again shape your life. Don’t pin your decisions on others; no one will make those choices for you. The correctness or mistakes of a choice are decided by how your life unfolds. Every single path you take will ultimately determine what kind of life you live."
"I don’t understand what kind of ntality lies in the depths of each of your hearts, nor do I understand the choices you make. Every path requires careful consideration before deciding. If you rush to make decisions about your life, those decisions might affect your path for the rest of your life. Do you think a casual, impulsive choice can compare to one made after deep reflection? Can it truly match the outco of a wholehearted consideration?"
"So matters are only for yourself to see, only for yourself to know what they are — that’s enough. Don’t repeatedly heap all your pain and suffering onto others. No one owes you. You must take responsibility for every decision you make and bear the consequences, no matter what they may be. Don’t always try to shift the bla onto others; no one owes you anything. You have no right to exploit your so-called privileges to harm those around you ti and again."
"You are my son. As a father, I speak these harsh words to you today, and perhaps you will think I am being cruel, but I have no choice. Ti and again, I have endured and tolerated you. I have given all my patience to you, but what have you given in return? Betrayal after betrayal. Ti and again, you have cast aside as your father. Do you even deserve all the effort I’ve painstakingly put into teaching you over the years? Do you deserve the hardship I went through raising you?"
"Ask yourself honestly: Do your decisions truly honor or this family? Do they honor your deceased mother? She had such high hopes for you, wishing for your success and promising future. Take a look at yourself now — what kind of person have you beco? Do you deserve the life she sacrificed to secure your safety?"
"Everyone walks a different path. I don’t know the proper way to comfort you or to reconcile with what you’ve done. You’re cutting deep wounds into the hearts of everyone around you, over and over again. The people near you have never blad you, yet you remain unsatisfied. You treat hurting them as so form of joy or amusent, but you forget — every ti you inflict harm, you’re wounding their genuine, heartfelt kindness. You treat their sincere care for you as dirt — even less than dirt."
"Child, if you truly wish to be a part of this family, if you truly hope to integrate into this household, I ask you to think deeply about what you should do and how you should act from this mont forward. Do your actions justify the genuine care everyone has shown for you? Do they deserve to see you willingly abandon everything they’ve given you?"
"The mont we chose to forgive you was proof that deep down, we had never harbored resentnt towards you. But you still keep making mistakes, over and over again, repeating the sa errors and hurting the sa people. You remain stagnant, never taking that significant step forward from the depths of your heart. You endlessly pack all your pain into one place, casting it there blindly. Is that really the life you want? Everyone has their own struggles; life is hard for everyone. Each person walks their own arduous path step by step. You’re not the only one suffering. So why do you insist on forcing your pain onto others for them to relive anew?"
"Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire — this is a principle I taught you since you were young, yet you’ve never truly understood it. You always think every choice you make is correct, but ask yourself honestly: Are your choices truly right? Do they honor everyone who has sincerely treated you as family? Every action you’ve taken — do they justify the truth that everyone wholeheartedly tried to bring you out of a painful world and guide you towards a happier one?"
"I don’t understand what kind of attitude I should have to talk to you, nor do I understand what could drive you to such heartless extres. What I didn’t expect was that betrayal after betrayal would turn you into the person you are now. The ones betrayed are not us; it’s you. It’s you who has betrayed this family ti after ti, betrayed each and every one of us. Yet sohow, all the bla feels like it’s been pinned on us, as if every mistake is our fault. Every wrongdoing seems to exist only because of us, as if none of it has anything to do with you. Whenever you do sothing wrong, you face others with an innocent look, making it seem as though the mistake lies with us and not with you. How do you justify that? How do you justify making mistakes repeatedly while still staring innocently at people, shifting accountability to them instead of yourself?"
Zhang Zhentian carefully reflected on every decision he had made, reliving each mistake in his mind. Not one was correct. Perhaps his father was right — this is a world governed by survival of the fittest. In this world, only those who adapt thrive, and those who cannot adapt are eliminated. Was everything he did an act of adaptation or failure to adapt? Maybe he should have been eliminated by society long ago. Everything he had done had never been right; instead, he had repeatedly inflicted harm on his family. No matter the magnitude of past mistakes or how far he had co, he still believed he had lived the happiest life, without regrets — except for the unbearable damage and blows he had dealt his family ti and ti again.
If there is a next life, would he still choose this sa path? If there is a next life, he would never step onto the sa road again, never letting anyone suffer because of his choices.
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