In the prime of youth, the bittersweet love has become an unavoidable bond. Because I wasn't brave enough, I watched you walk away. Exhausted and numb, I fear turning from strength into helplessness.
Sometimes we must learn to say goodbye; the person destined for your next stop will eventually appear. Do not look back; keep moving forward, and do not let your tears fall before others.
Looking back, I admire how I have lived every year earnestly, without evasion or giving up. In my early life, I was deeply hurt by close relatives, lovers, friends, or colleagues. Yet, I am still alive, and that is enough.
Though unwilling to be ordinary, I am bound to be so. Yet within the ordinary, everyone can live a unique life. Everything I love and enjoy is one of a kind.
I regret wasting yesterday on phones and games, yet I find myself doing the same today—constantly reminiscing about the past and complaining about the present. I watch others become better while I refuse to strive.
An ordinary day might simply be waking up naturally, chatting with friends, dining with family, and taking a stroll. The sun is warm, life is peaceful. There is no need to overthink; just live this ordinary day.
It feels as if I have met my angel, but I am afraid to tell her. I only wish to stay by her side as a friend, worrying for her and protecting her. If I cannot possess her, I will guard her in silence.
How could someone like me, who craves stability and leisure, resign from a public position to wander everywhere? How could someone who considers themselves gentle cause such deep pain to her?
During my senior year of high school, I lacked a sense of urgency, spending my days playing with classmates. I wanted to make an effort in my final year but didn't know where to start. I envied the lives of others online and fantasized about college, feeling somewhat restless, yet I am grateful to be happy and free of worries for now.
