As it finishes, it starts.
I believe it to be true. I quit my job. It wasn't uncomfortable and I was used to it, so it was easy to quit. Some people cried and tried to stop me. It was a decision I had been struggling with, so I quit.
I cut off ties with my parents. Now what? What can I do to move forward? The new workplace is filled with kind people. Yet, every day is spent alone in nervousness. I come home exhausted.
Friends who watched over me during my job search rejoiced with me.
Anxiety spreads like a seep.
I am living happily. I cherish happiness that can be felt even as I live my life next to countless fears.
When great uncertainties come, I try to deal with what's in front of me, one by one.
When I wake up tomorrow morning, I'll try again.
That's all I can do.
Since life will end anyway, I want to see beautiful things. I want to feel beautiful things. They are what give me the support to keep living.
