In the worst period of my life, I felt ill and depressed all the time. But only one thing that kept me going is the work I was doing back then. I'm a programmer. A simple routine of writing programs every day brought me little joy even I have nothing to hope for in the future.

Years after I crawled out from that depression, I have to nod to every single word of this book.
Everyone is different, and we can't deduce the vast life into three single meanings. But at least I find these meanings stay true to myself.

The first meaning is work. As I told my story, it was my saviour. It still is.

The second meaning is love. You sure know that sensation when you think about someone and you strive your best to protect her, or at least to not disappoint her.

The third meaning is courage. Hard time brings the meaning of overcoming the struggle. I learned that instead of comparing to others' happiness I should be thankful I was given that opportunity to grow out as a person. My struggle made me who I am.