For a while, I felt I couldn't write anything profound. Perhaps it was because my life had no twists and turns. Yet recently, I'm experiencing a moment of challenges and being challenged, and I want to record it.
The state that appears to the outside world differs greatly from what I actually feel. I've always wanted to ask: so what? Yet reality forces you to answer: "Why are you staying?"
Is it too many expectations from others, or my own stubbornness?
Stubbornness?
Every life experience has meaning, even if it seems ordinary, even if it's full of setbacks, or even if it consumes most of your life's happiness. All of it has profound significance for your life. Perhaps you're unwilling to admit it, perhaps unwilling to face it, perhaps you only want to remember what you choose to remember. But in the end, the deeper things are remembered, while the things you want to forget become the fragments you'll yearn for most in your life.
When you've tasted freedom, you'll understand from within that you must work harder, even harder, to deserve freedom.
When you've tasted freedom, you'll discover how shabby your past was, how muddled, how constrained yet unaware.
When you've tasted freedom, what you must do is pay the price of winning that freedom, whether it's money or ideals. One day, part of you must bury it with your own hands to welcome the next engraved chapter.
Others will never understand how much hardship you've endured to arrive at this moment. If you never changed, never stalled, how could you become a better version of yourself?
Others will never understand that this current state is meant to strengthen you, to face more challenges.
Of course, you hope this isn't just wishful thinking. Yet if you never stop, you must run further, using your endurance to wrestle with the world.
Perhaps drifting is a necessity of life. In the midst of drifting and uncertainty, you must gain something—knowing that your changes are not surrenders to reality, but rather a way to honor your still-warm heart.
