Only at the final day did you realize the path was illuminated, for each step along the way, you saw only darkness.

Just like how Tang Seng only realized the journey was fraught with peril but ultimately safe on the day he obtained the true scriptures, every day and every trial along the way—when he was captured and hung up—he genuinely worried the demons would eat him.

In life, looking back at a moment from the vantage point of later is entirely different from viewing it from within that moment. From the hindsight seat, you're just a Monday-morning quarterback; from within that moment, all you see is pitch black—what the hell can you possibly make out?

When we remember that generation today, we hail them as the ones who reaped dividends and rode the wave of development. But when it comes to ourselves, we dismiss our time as "historical garbage time." Is it really garbage time? Not necessarily.

Looking back, where are these so-called dividends? Paths are forged by people, won not in a single day or moment, but through relentless hustle every single day and night.