What we face everything is only real.

Only in realism we have to face, any our daily joy, life value or so exist.

Not in fantasy, nor not in ideal.

Any reality is anytime only so severe.

Always, very seriously suffable to anyone.

Nevertheless, in it, we must discover our own value and true love.

What we need any wonderful fiction or so depends on our definitely never switchable so harsh reality, and we must love that so severe life condition.

Because only it is our own life!

Life is filled with so many beautiful flowers in any season(probably either any reason), cats and dogs we can love so affectionately.

Family, amusement, awake time, sleep time, working, eating, and recalling everything about us.

If we are in so hard life, very sometimes, rarely romantic feeling, dreamt fantasy comes up to our reality.

Consequently, we all are in only realism and that abiding no easy time.

Not decorated nor rationally schemed is only very rare and roughly wavy, but sole subjective is just our life.

Absolutely, first, we all are given only realism. In it, we can have any other value or so.

In frank, we need lovable ones. But simultaneously very disgusting ones.

We must need fortune, good opportunities and misfortunes and unhappiness.

Just being with not so positive things, we'd advance our own life, alone and together.

Only real dominates us, our world, it means that we could never give up the truth everlastingly.

Only in it, our everything is presently shown and displayed.

Though, why don't we review, reconfirm that indescribably universal real again.

We all are in real, no fantasy, nor dreamt illusion, you know.

June 15., 16th.   2022