We have all longed for growth, but as we grow older, what we gain is not the joy that maturity brings us, but more of our powerlessness towards the world. Several of the stories here are extremely ordinary, and even when you take a bird's eye view of the entire story context, it is not very story-telling. But it may be about every ordinary you and me. Can you still recall that you who knew nothing but was full of joy? Do you still remember how much you once longed to grow, and now how much you hate life? They are all soul wanderers. They seem to have a fulfilling life, but their hearts are so empty, and their bodies are so eager to grow. If you also want to hear these stories that are so ordinary but they touch the heart of each of us. Well, I have it here.
Concept: I kind of want to write about humans and animals, but I haven't figured out the plot yet.