You are not enduring the night, but the confidence in your ideals and future. The proposals piled on your office desk are the chips you use to break the rules and the code to rewrite destiny. The difficulty of entrepreneurship is as thin as a cicada's wings; the regret of giving up is heart-wrenching. Those nights dancing with the stars will eventually become the ladder for you to measure the world. When young, we always complain that suits constrain us, but later we understand that the crumpled shirt is the only armor that can wrap up your innocent heart. Experience the wind and frost first, then taste the fine wine; do not complain about the stuffy meeting room or bitter coffee. They are the trenches for you to break through the social strata. In every resolute action of burning bridges behind you, there lies the reflection of enjoying the view from the top floor ten years later. Don't stop, there is light ahead.