It's so hard to find a certain category of research for me. Some youngsters in their colleges seem to go well. Is it the problem that I have no true interest? I doubt it. Or I may have little patience compared with them. Oh god I wish I could have some certainty of knowing what my real research inclination is. To have this research inclination will help your studies go more steady by a sort of momentum in continuous progress. Once you have found it, it is not a long way or waste to become a wanderlust in roaming around. Or, maybe I just get stuck, in a stagnant pool. I can barely slide my whole body in this pool, a trap in the water with no other way to turn to, waiting to be drawn in this stagnant pool.

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