My way

I lost a lot. In exchange, I gained a lot of poetry. I felt a little sad about that. Since I was young, I have lost many important friends. The reason is simple, if a friend did something bad, I would immediately cut ties with them. So I lost a lot. So I lost important people. All the friends I had in elementary and middle school disappeared somewhere. Eventually, I discovered poetry and became a poet. I lost something when I became a poet. But poetry responded to me. My nature never changed. Why...? It was because of my stubborn personality. Just when I thought I had gained a rare friend, I lost it before I knew it. Just when I thought I had gained a rare person, we parted ways before I knew it. But even so, I have to write poetry. I have to write poetry and move forward. Because poetry is my life... Because poetry is my purpose in life... One day, a poet asked me a question about the technique of poetry. I turned him down.

My poems didn't sell. I drank a lot at the bar. I said to the bartender. "Why is life so complicated, and why does the world treat us poets so badly, and why do we have to drink secretly in the corner?" "... it's because you're cold to people." "..." "You've been cold to people a lot, haven't you?" "Yes..." "Yes. The cause is in yourself." "So, about this..." "If you fix the way you treat people, you'll be fixed." "... right?" That night, the bartender comforted me a lot... I wrote a poem afterwards. About my past and what came after... A year later, I had changed a lot. I gradually made more acquaintances and friends.

This is probably the turning point of my life. And for her too... It will definitely work out. I'm sure she'll do well. So please watch over me and the other people who are trying their best... At the end of our path there is an oasis, and there are other people who are rushing along the way. I'll walk slowly. On my own path...