When I was a student, everyone was laughing and joking, and we had many wild ideas about the future.
He told me a few days ago that he felt like I was slowly giving up on my previous pursuit of freedom, giving up on some of the things we agreed on together, giving up on the city I chose, and giving up on him.
It seems to me. I don't want to use the excuse that adults will always become more and more realistic. I want to find a place where more people may see my changes to record my changes. Let's see if it's still possible to become what the young me was looking forward to.
It will be interspersed with bits and pieces of the previous ones. I hope that friends who see it can be free from coercion, firm up their own ideas, and look their most beautiful.
Purpose: To encourage each other: I hope that friends who see it can look back on their own lives, be free from coercion, strengthen their beliefs, and look their best.
