For a long time, I’ve wanted to write a memoir about the memories I share with my classmates, friends, and family. But despite preparing for ages, I’ve never managed to put it into words. I was afraid the labels I used might not match the truth. These past few days, I’ve been turning it over and over in my mind: am I someone who sees things through? All I want, while I’m still alive, is to be in sync with you as we write down our memories together, as a keepsake.
It’s no exaggeration to call them the “galaxy” of my life. Because they were there, I came to understand what it means to realize the truth and awaken.
