Those who can defy fate and change their destiny carry a certain ruthlessness in their bones. Rising from the bottom, every step is a gamble: betting on vision, betting on courage, betting on whether you dare to cut off your escape route at a critical moment. Is there any perfect choice in this world? It's just a matter of gritting your teeth and adding more when in dire straits, or stubbornly adding water. Those who truly achieve something often have a bit of "cold-bloodedness". They can chew through the hard bones that others dare not touch, yet are often criticized as "heartless and ungrateful". But who cares about the strong? Those who gamble against fate should have long understood: winners are destined to be lonely. This is not a lack of compassion, but clarity—only by being ruthless enough to oneself can one discuss profound kindness. Difficult? Of course, it's difficult. But who lives easily in this world? Running with wounds is the norm. You either kneel and accept your fate, or you resolutely change it. Choose.