challenge in life

I still don't know what drove Jack London, a man so adept at eulogizing life, power, love and imagination, to despair and suicide. Maybe he finally got lost in the reality of self-proof, which stifles human imagination, because after all, he also wrote a lot of rubbish, no imagination, no hope, no bosom friend, such a life is really a laugh at himself... Of course, these are all my imagination. After all, I have seen such good stories, and know such brave people. Though there is little sunshine today, it is still worth my lazy efforts to drink a cup of life that still exists.