Life

Excessive worry about the future drops me into a cycle of anxiety. When I moved to the next station, these emotions stuck in my feet like a quagmire. Don’t Worry There’s no need to worry about what you will fucked up. Even if it happens, look forward, nothing will change if you pay for that. The Forest, where I am. I want to follow pure instinct like a tiger, a dog, or even an ant. Eating when hungry, drinking when thirsty, enjoying music, enjoying the fresh air, paying attention to things around self. Anyway, don’t tie up hands by life. ...

Music like time travel takes me into the past or future, waste too. What is waste? It’s some blurred concept. Maybe I want to get something but I don’t work for that, is this a kind of waste? Gradually, I compromise — compromise to life, to what I need, to what I want, and to everything I think in the past. Now I only follow what I could get instead of what I want to. What’s the meaning of my thinking? Is this a kind of waste? Sometimes, I remind myself that I can’t waste too much time, it will kill my life. After these things, I enjoy wasting time, I call that enjoy the time, and enjoy life, if something I did and get happy, why not? ...