I'm starting to write again after a long time.

I decided to write again, no matter what.

I belatedly realized that doing something is better than doing nothing, no matter what it is.

It looks like it's going to rain. The sky looks like it's going to rain any minute.

It's a little gloomy, but it's still okay.

Maybe life is designed to be constantly going back and forth between being okay and not being okay, so that you can't let go of it completely. Or maybe it's just me.

It seems like some people easily let go, while others hold on desperately.

It's all just my own speculation.

It's all a matter of perspective.

It's obvious, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I've lived a decent amount of time, though not for long,

But it seems to me that the obvious is the truth.

Aren't the things that many people have experienced obvious?

I want to believe I'm different, but even that thought is too obvious.

In the end, we're all the same.

I've been talking like an old man lately, and I can't help it. Huh.

When you get old, you just have to say obvious things blatantly.

Nevertheless, I'll try to write.

Maybe it can relieve my frustration a little,

and maybe it can make my loneliness a little less intense.

I also have an unrealistic hope that someone might find comfort in it...

Actually, I just like to write anything.

I also like to read what I've written. That's reason enough.

I wanted to start fresh on a new platform. It's fresh and nice.