The higher one climbs, the easier it is to feel lost. Many people believe that climbing up relies on ambition and desire, but what truly drives a person forward is actually a sense of unwillingness to accept the status quo. Once you really reach a certain height, that drive gradually dissipates, and you find yourself unsure of where to exert your efforts. So every time I encounter someone who is just like my younger self, full of tenacity and unwilling to bow down, I am always willing to lend a helping hand. This is not just a remembrance of my past self, but more like a silent transmission—handing over the light I once hoped for and the shortcuts I wanted to take to them. This act may not be particularly noble, but it makes me feel grounded, as it is a validation of my own existence, an affirmation of the struggles I have gone through, and a reconciliation and elevation of my spiritual realm. Watching them move upward with the passion I once had feels like giving my own life a longer-lasting meaning; this is a self-fulfillment that transcends utilitarianism.