Often, I am always forgetting, but at the same time, I am trying my best to remember the past that can be counted but not counted. People always have a lot of arrogance when they are young, but this is not obvious in me. Because my life is always full of memories, I always hope I remember something, and I always hope I don't forget something. There are very few of these memories that can be called lessons, but they always leave something behind. From those absurd and seemingly calm memories, I can see the strength or cowardice that made me grow into myself. Whether it's good or bad, I guess, I accept it.
Thinking back to my high school life, it was the embodiment of my lifestyle. Cowardly yet brave, living in darkness at dawn, yet bursting out with unimaginable courage at the most desperate moment. He is evaluated as tough and down-to-earth, unimaginably reliable, and only he knows how timid, cowardly and unbearable he is.
There is one word that can never be avoided at the beginning of the story - fate. To be honest, I have never questioned the truth of this statement. We are always afraid that something is not perfect enough, so when things are going smoothly enough, we call it fate, and when things are not going smoothly enough, we call it shallow fate. In fact, having the ability to judge whether this matter or this person is destined to you is a kind of fate in itself. You don't need to notice it. This is the fate given to you by God. I have always felt this way, but after a long time, when I fully expressed these words now, I realized that I finally understood.
Intention: life