An eye-opening moment— I think I might try to quietly gaze, all alone, into the deepest recesses of my heart. The heart of yesterday differs from today's, and the heart of tomorrow will be different, too. Is it by clinging to such shifting changes that I walk through this day? To live— how trivial it seems. What a painful despair. Amidst a daily existence so absurd it makes one laugh, you and I— flowers and birds, butterflies and beasts— even without a reason, we still yearn, with piercing intensity, to be alive— and so, we live.
