Time is waving the banner of progress, leading countless travelers to leave their mark on the clay that I have passively endured. My father's hand held a wooden stick and beat me mercilessly; my first love held a trowel and cut me accurately; those untouchable loves carved me carefully with a knife; the friendship of friends was painted on me with a brush. From this, I became who I am today, a self that is not myself, but also a sum of all myself. Tears poured down with every polishing, gathering into a vast ocean. Joy and the future are across the sea from me, but my clay body can never reach the other side. I waited helplessly on the shore for more than thirty years, hoping for a small boat to ferry me across the sea, but it was all in vain. Now, I decided not to wait any longer and took the initiative to step into this sea of bitterness that might melt me away. Only the courage to face death can lead to a new life. Destruction is a blessing in disguise, a gift only for the brave.
Intention: Find yourself in loving and being loved