It's scary that at some point, we'll fall behind. Suddenly, dreams are dying and so as passion. All that's left is wishful thinking.

I know. I know that we don't hold what tomorrow holds and it's that thought that makes it hard to hold on and to let go. It's like coveting the future and at the same time letting it slip away.

The abulia of the mind weighs thousand tons of words. The grief of the heart makes it even worst.

All I hope is enlightenment, the ailyak, and the beauty of oubaitori--blooming in their own time and in their individual ways.

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