I have been realizing lately how there are times when I am being caught up by what is immediately ahead, focusing on the framework, and cannot change the direction of how I am thinking. I feel that nothing can go right. I have the experience, but I still end up making the same mistakes over and over.
There is no way I can say something cool like I can find the way out of this, but there is a certain moment where the self-hate goes away. Those moments are when a scene you really did not pay much attention to before starts to seem nostalgic; such times are truly so. Of course things all of the suddenly do not run smoothly, but things I was happy about and words I was moved by that I cannot forget from when I was at my crossroads, all appear in my head, and I end up feeling a little better.
I remembered about the days I got off at the usual train station, bought a hotdog at Nathan's, and ate it on the way going to the Philosophy Store.
Shiori Etsugu / PR