"My" life is like a binding thread, strung together with them into a volume. Pity "me" from the bottom of your heart, from your soul. Close your eyes and meditate from the beginning. Sympathize with me all the time. Because "I" seemed to have made a mistake.
What exactly is this error? I have no way of knowing, maybe I know, or I have forgotten. But it's very heavy and heavy in my heart.
Complain every day, meditate every day, reflect every day. My thoughts and worries are more than the things I do, the friends I make, and the things I say. However, these should only be a small part of the mistakes. No, "I" feel that these are not enough. Specifically, these are too one-sided and superficial.
The wind in spring, the rain in summer, the wheat in autumn, and the snow in winter. There are symbolic things in all seasons, but if others mention "I", what will they think of?
Intention: Exploring the meaning of life