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Days

Where should we go?


Where do we want to go, so really?


Who can answer to ourselves so persuasively and convincingly?


Nobody reacts these questions.
Just we individually do something we do by ourselves privately, but other all things are too tough to do for us so simply.


We all pass and overlook almost all things happen in the earth, regarding them all so as irrelevant to us so directly.
Coz we know that we’re essentially powerless never to meet everything we privately think so right, and ideal.


Cold winter comes to us, but something would be particular to any past days ago we’ve experienced, otherwise we thought the same thing in past, and just the same thing either nowadays we feel and think, just only so, we can think either.


But it’s alright. We just only do what we think we have to do, of course it must be so restricted, but it’s either alright, from the beginning we’d have the same feeling since older epochs for now us.



Where can we go, so truly?
Where can we want to go, so honestly?


Nobody can reply its question.
Just we privately have own small hope.


We all get and overwork almost all matters, just coz we’re all obliged to deal with and engage in these things.
Of course, everything we need to do must never be done in future, but it’s alright.
Coz we all know we’re inborn chicken-hearted never to fight everything we can think never so correct.


Everything we individually aren’t in fight must be our detachment to our own prospect even if we can think so correct to fight against, but we are so weakened in everything what we should do to reform something as we can know it so naturally.


Our days, only these are precious, only it must never be false, as being itself, we can have some ease in mind.
All we have to do is just only keeping these days.
If we confront seriously tough crisis, we must come together for getting rid of it desperately and for dear own life so individually.
Just with it, if we are with in own life, someday, so either better resulted moment would come to us again, that sort of day must have had to us in our past.


(Nov. 21st. 22nd. 2019)