The tide of history is impartial; it issues each generation a ticket to its era. My father's generation was called "Reform and Opening Up"; my generation is called "Artificial Intelligence." He missed the boat amidst the wave of GDP growth, while I stand on the cusp of AI's rapid advancements, watching the sails. We both see the distance, yet we both hesitate in the same place. It turns out that understanding the times and keeping up with the times are separated by a river called "me." Only today do I realize that I am myself A person who is awake, but hasn't yet learned to swim.