I cry with you when life is difficult.
CC's warm comfort!

My friend said he's having a hard time these days.
I can't seem to find a reason to live.
I spend each day meaningless, wondering why I should continue living.
He said that the only thing he wanted to do was go to a deserted island where there was no one, look up at the sky, and quietly disappear from the world, and that he wanted to jump off right away.
I didn't hold my friend's hands tightly and tell him to cheer up, to try hard, that he could do it.
Instead, he said this:

“I’ll jump with you.”

Was that where it started?
I started thinking about what would make me happy right now, and as I looked into each of them, I realized that my own story had begun within them.
Things that were so small that I didn't pay much attention to them.
So, I filled my life with things I never even thought of, and I started to love and cherish myself.
My story, which began like that, was like a diary that brought back memories, filled with small but precious people, objects, and memories.
And in a corner of my heart, I came face to face with the real me that I had abandoned while compromising with the world.

To those of you who need comfort and empathy
CC's hot sincerity!

A life that will leave someday.
No one,
I decided to live a life that I will remember.

We save money as if we will live in this world for the rest of our lives, we dedicate everything to our homes as if we will live in this house for the rest of our lives, and we walk around with our heads down as if we will work at this job for the rest of our lives.
My life is my own, but I can't put a period on it when I want to.
But one thing is certain: one day we will leave.
We are so caught up in life and so busy trying to survive that we keep forgetting that fact.
But now I want to keep in mind every day that the end awaits.
If there is an end, if death awaits me, I think I can live more boldly.

Living like that, on the day my life ends,
At that moment when I look back on my past life,
So that I can leave saying, 'It was a memorable life.'

It's natural that you don't know what it really is until you experience it, but because you don't know that, you can't open your heart.
Because I don't have the guts to handle the pain that comes from loving and trusting wrongly.
I can't love someone with all my heart without even knowing their true nature, so I just keep guarding my heart even more.
I wonder if I will ever be able to truly love someone with all my heart before I die.
So is that why they say love requires courage?
--- p.40 From "Can I Really Love?"

A flat life with only a flower path has never existed anywhere in this world for anyone.
No matter how wealthy a tycoon is, no matter how happy a family seems, no matter how popular a top actor is, everyone lives a life with ups and downs.
Even though the content may be different for each person, life itself is something that originally had both good and bad things.
There was no need to feel wronged; we were all walking along a bumpy road without exception.
--- p.61 From "Didn't you know it was originally bumpy?"

Instead of neglecting myself any longer, I began to comfort and console myself.
He started having a conversation with me.
It felt like there were two people inside me, me crying and me watching them, having a conversation.
I, who look at myself, carefully understand and do not stop struggling, and I warmly persuade and believe in myself that I can do things that I lack confidence in and say I can't do.
After that, I felt a deeper sense of comfort than when others understood and sympathized with me.
Not only do you receive comfort, you also gain courage.

--- p.136 From “I was comforted by myself”

When I look in the mirror when I get older, when time passes and I can see the footprints of my life just on my face, I hope to see a beautiful face filled with meaningful wrinkles that reflect a life filled with smiling often at small things and giving a warm smile to everyone.
So I decided not to hate the wrinkles on my arms that had already appeared at a young age.
--- p.238 From “My Dream is Grandma”

If my life had continued endlessly, I would have lived my entire life curled up tighter to protect myself. Perhaps death is a blessing in life.
If it were a race without end, I wouldn't have run in the first place because I wouldn't have been out of breath, but since it's a race with an end, I want to run out of breath just once.
So that on the day my life ends, when I look back on my past life, I can say, 'It was a life worth remembering.'

--- p.260 From "It was a memorable life"