Hmm… I’m taking writing a little slower.
What I came to realize yesterday, while pondering on today, is that I’ve already achieved the life I wanted—in my own small way.
I found a way to live on a modest low wage.
I learned to love myself fully.
I saw places that the old me never would have imagined.
I made friends I was happy with.
There were moments where I could have disappeared without a trace entirely.
Yet, I’m still here through luck and critical thinking.
And one thing I’ve noticed, as always, is that I don’t want much.
I already receive so much with so little.
I don’t want much.
Not even a long life.
Just long enough to have lived while smiling honestly. I finally have that joy, not just a fleeting happiness.
It’s time.
It’s probably time for me to become a real drifting echo.
At 21, I finally understand what living truly means.
All it took was a bit of exploration away from my family.
There was no real living there—not with them, and not with any of my relatives.
But I did it.
I found a kind of bliss that feels complete.
No competition.
No race.
Just me.
My real purpose feels realized, and I’m no longer seeking to chase anything long-term.
If I were, someone else would simply need it more than myself.
I could continue the journey of joy, but I no longer feel pressured to seek more. But
what I have now is also too precious to lose in the pursuit of others’ desires or expectations. I don't wish to live long enough to see myself regret my loss of this joy. I don't believe myself to be above that fate after looking around me for this long.
I lived beautifully—inside and out.
And now, I simply want to be… within that joy.
Not an ending.
Just a quiet continuation.
