I remember one winter night during AS year—I set an alarm for 2 a.m., stood on the dorm balcony in my bathrobe, staring up at the deep blue sky above the overpass lights. A fireball meteor suddenly tore across the darkness, and in that moment, my soul felt eternally frozen in the act of stargazing. Countless hours were “wasted” on aimless walks around the track or wild biking in typhoon storms. But as someone once said, “Darling, don’t cry for the outcome—let the beauty of the journey move you to tears instead.”