It can be said that everything I've done and happened in my life was a failure.And that is why I came to think about this next time.On the other hand, if you get real success, you will not be sure to move on to the next step.Human beings are animals of such psychology.Therefore, true success means that only your later years have been left.

It seems that in my life, only a confused spirit has always ruled, and it is still the same.So it is not an exaggeration to say that I have continued to write only to overcome it.It is a sensibility that all calm reality can only be seen as a disoriented aspect rather than being lost.It's somewhat of a quality, but it's the fate of life itself.It doesn't work.

Nevertheless, only attending my these realities, I can have some mind to create something.

After all, so magically miraculous fascinating failure only takes me to the way I either could be pleased with that so wonderful mistake. in other words, I probably must have no perfection at getting any trial fruited as matches the ideally pictured it, nevertheless, if even I could discover some very terrific error, I could catch it so automatically in unidentified reason, and only that strange mechanism must guide me to doing anything around sentences, newly improved words' nuance or so, otherwise, that so comical daily travel could be my personal life.

After all, only unexpected funny failure, or kind of heart-warming error must be what I subconsciously anticipate.

Nov. 22nd.          2021