"”First step was birth, now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth. The second step was belief, had to make that move before he even grew teeth. The third step respect, awareness, he could trip the next step if he’s careless. That next step, #4 was love, can’t touch it without stepping the other three above. As he froze for a moment, ignoring the remaining ones he was approaching, focused, stolen. Looking down at his hands to see what he was holding, nothing, empty, no choice but to keep going…"
내가 좋아하는 사람들이랑 놀고다시 보고싶을놈들이랑 싸우고 미친듯 맛나는것 먹고 마시고 즐기고 또한 일하고싶은대서 고생하면서 즐겁게 살고싶다.
이렇게 창 밖앝에서 눈으로만 처다보고 만질수없이 사는 것은 과연 사는것인가.
