To one's own soul, one person is a complete world. Other people and other things may have been thrillingly dominant in our world for a while, but they will eventually return to primitive silence and cannot withstand careful or unintentional scrutiny and consideration of time.
And those past joys and sorrows that really happened to me will not fade away even though they are far away. Year after year, looking back suddenly, they are a valuable asset. Even if they are trivial, they are precious, because it is they and time that have made me who I am today. Although I do not think that I am the best version of myself now, I am always grateful. Thank you for the unsatisfactory experiences and the people who have passed through my life. The years passed by, and ten years passed in a daze. These ten years are the age when no matter what you think or do, you can do nothing wrong. We have the right not to stick to trivial matters. We have the right to drink and sing wildly and be domineering in the space where we exist!
Intention: Stories about growing up.