Why did I choose pain over moving forward?
Maybe because if I choose to move on, I might lose the only reason why I wanted to live.
When pain is the only reason why I'm alive. It becomes my daily doses of sedatives. At this point, I have become addicted.
I felt like I was hanging on a tightrope, no longer afraid if the wind blows.
Then I came to realize that I chose the path where there is no turning back.
All the chances I neglected have become my biggest regret.
Would I be able to live this life only if regretting things could change everything?
As I gazed at the lush greenery and scenic views, I began to appreciate the beauty that always left me pondering deeply whenever I encountered such a picturesque scene.
How I wish my life could be as beautiful as this scenery.
After learning about my terminal illness, I realized my fate was already sealed. Why should I even bother thinking about having a beautiful life? Wishful thinking is futile.
Maybe God sees me as a strong fighter because of my oddly strong facial expression, but in reality, I am just a feeble human being who can be brought down by an unbearable trial.
Growing up as an orphan, being bullied when I was young, struggling to find work due to my less-than-impressive background, and now facing cancer.
I wish my life were a bit nicer and the world a little less harsh.
Writing has always been my escape. At one point in life, I used to dream of becoming big—I wanted to become a famous author, publishing books that inspire readers through my writing. A novelist capable of crafting novels that touch the readers' hearts. However, I realized that this dream might be too much, so I decided to stop dreaming and started working jobs to survive, as the dream grew more and more distant.
I ended up losing the one dream that made my heart beat restlessly.
