The roaring sounds of motorcycles and the desert, along with the resilient vitality of a strong woman, kept my mind racing. I kept thinking about how tough her life was. Does living really have to be so difficult for it to be considered life? This question lingered in my mind for three hours.
Alright, I know it's just a movie, but in reality, strength probably does come from hardship. I gained a bit of energy from the protagonist's resilience and felt that I should live well from now on. However, I don't need to be that strong—it's okay if life doesn't give me so much hardship.
