Life is like that. We only care for what matters to us.
Even when we talk, we talk to ourselves.
That's what I'll do. I talk to myself. Then I can talk about anything under the sky.
People come and go. So is an idea. It is like a whiff of the wind blowing. At one time, there are plenty of ideas. Then, just like that, it changes direction.
I am happy like this. Rambling my heart out. Then, just like that, it's gone. While it is coming, let it pour. Then when it is gone, it's gone.
I will continue serving my Kigatsuku. It is a lifeline to the unknown. As much as I want to be objective about it, I can't... I still need to pan for the gold nuggets by sieving the pile of dirt. The only difference is now, I pan in my own backyard instead of the wilderness.
In a way, you help me with the sieving. Otherwise, I don't know where to dig. Now, I can direct my effort based on the feedback mechanism.
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