For those who spend their days carrying events that can’t quite be put into words, or a single memory that has never left their heart.
In my youth, there were moments I thought, “This might be the end.” Looking back now, after some time has passed, I find that those same events have sometimes turned into things I can smile about, just a little.
Perhaps it’s not because the problems were solved, but simply because, having lived a longer life, the way I see them has changed.
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