No one can help you change unless you take action yourself.

No one can really help you unless you let them.

I’ve always felt that letters are the best way to convey one’s feelings; the things we can’t usually say aloud seem to find their rightful place only when written down. The emotions, tone and energy of the moment can all be conveyed to the recipient through the written word.

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've written a letter.

I often find myself thinking—if I could live in a small town, with a craft that’s enough to support myself. Maybe I wouldn’t know many people, but there would be one or two neighbours I could talk to. Going out for a walk now and then… how lovely that would be.

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To be honest, I really admire Kyoko.

The journey of pursuing one’s ‘dreams’ is long and arduous. Yet today, most people still do not know what their ‘dreams’ are; without a goal—or rather, a destination—how can one even begin to pursue them?

It is said to be long because a ‘dream’ is boundless; it is merely a direction, like a compass, which can only point the way but cannot truly lead you to the finish line. It is said to be arduous because along the way you will encounter all manner of events and people; you will stumble, you will weep, you will rejoice, and you will leap for joy; When you climb over a small hill, it brings a refreshing experience and boundless joy; when you step into a stream, fear may arise because the path ahead is unclear, but once you’ve crossed that stretch, everything will be different, and you’ll be glad of your own courage.

What exactly is happiness?

Perhaps it is simply watching you in silence,

observing your every movement;

Perhaps it is sitting by your side,

listening quietly to your gentle snoring;

Perhaps it is breathing in unison with you,

sharing the moment,

feeling your presence.

Contentment, ease.

“You’re not useless; you’ve just not found your own rhythm yet.”

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Growing up isn’t about shining every single day; it’s about never stopping, even if you’re moving slowly.

I want to be as free as the clouds

Mindfulness

Life’s challenges often make me want to give up, but what happens after I do? Life must go on regardless. If I give up this time, what about next time? Will I keep giving up? By then, will I still be able to laugh like a fool? Will I still be able to face myself with a clear conscience?