I realized that this tendency quietly exhausts me — it’s mentally tiring.
Since noticing that, I’ve been trying to soften my gaze, to stay a little more unfocused.
On my way home, the words “Collect beautiful memories” suddenly caught my eye.
They were printed on a woman’s bag.
When I saw them, my heart gently warmed, and I found myself on the verge of tears.
It felt profoundly true.
In a world overflowing with information and harshness,
I decided once again to move forward while taking care of myself.
Having emotional space — inner room — truly matters.
That day, I had been sinking more than usual,
and yet, those words felt like a quiet rescue.
In a world where hearts so easily grow heavy,
I want to cherish beautiful memories.
