Author's Note - 5

Jumping rope that day

Jump Rope of the Day - 17
An Afternoon of Picking Up Time - 21
What a clumsy person - 25
Emergence of the fourth molar - 28
Every time you play the recorder - 31
Apple Ripening Season - 35
A Quiet Spring Day - 38
Questions Only Asked to Those Who Don't Know Me - 42
Today's Pot Rice - 45
A Man Seen from the Other Side of Spring - 49
It may seem like nothing, but it's painful and lonely enough - 54
Longing just piles up - 58
Duck Boat in the Autumn Typhoon - 62
Things We Give and Take - 66
A Heart That Loves Us - 70
How I Feel Today - 74

If you're lonely, it's the end

The Man Who Saves People - 81
Waiting for People - 85
Caring for Others - 89
As time goes by - 92
On Accuracy - 96
Adults who carve - 100
I don't know the function - 104
Affectionate and Infinitely Natural Things for Everyone - 107
Midnight Walk - 111
110 minutes - 114, which only went from bad to worse
Fifty rolls of kimbap - 117
Just a safe daily life - 121
The Heart That Keeps Us Alive - 124
Inquiry - 128
Straight back - 132
A tiring walk, just up close - 136
People Spinning Around - 140
When Your Voice Is Needed - 144
Loneliness is the End - 148

A very small comma

What to Be - 155
That Word That It's Okay - 159
Midday Facing Me - 162
Being Together in Silence - 165
Midnight Walkers - 168
A Solid Future Like This - 172
A Handful of Flavors, A Handful of Memories - 176
Do you have an umbrella? - 179
Even in the heavy snow, we - 183
The Illusion of Obviousness - 186
A Man with Hands - 190
Everyday is different from what you think - 193
Very Little Things - 197
Spring Cat Garden - 201
I'll tell you the weather - 204
Leather maturing time - 207
A very small comma - 211

“The only thing I did during those days was
“It was something that made me hate myself.”

One day.
There was a day when I was hurt by someone's careless words.
There were days when I couldn't figure out the identity of the emotion that came solely from me and not from anyone else.
But even after all this time, there were still the kind greetings of those who had passed, and the urgent shouts that saved the lives of strangers.
For writer Ahn Bo-yoon, such days come and go, and a week becomes a month, and a year becomes a year.
『If You're Lonely, It's the End』 contains countless writings that have quietly gazed upon countless days and been salvaged as sentences of today.


The author confesses that there was a time when he “hated and detested myself, resented the people around me, and the world seemed incredibly arrogant and unfair,” and that he pushed himself every day during that time.
I was beating myself up for not writing and for writing poorly.
But as the author comforts his fierce, wary, and timid companion dog, he suddenly comes to a realization.
'good job.
are you okay.
'Nothing will happen.' Why was it so difficult for the comfort and patience I gave my dog ​​to reach me?


He has crossed over, and perhaps is still crossing over, a narrow-minded world where “only the weak recognize the weak,” a world where distrust is chosen over longing, and isolation is chosen for safety.
But in the meantime, the writer found out.
Even in the midst of these frantic days that “only stretch in a straight line” without time to slow down or look around, there were certainly days when we tried to move toward a world where we could welcome and be welcomed by one another.


Hatred only extends in a straight line.
The hatred that spreads without a moment's hesitation becomes more and more frenzied as it gains speed.
I have gone through times when I hated myself, resented the people around me, and felt the world was incredibly arrogant and unfair.
If I had known then that there would be a time of comfort and consolation flowing in a curve, I would have been a little less lonely.
Page 161

Worn and worn to fit each other's bumps
Discovering a relationship that shines through appearance

The author urges us not to forget that, even through times of distrust and hatred, there were also “times of comfort and consolation that flowed in a curve.”
Through my friend H, who underwent repeated surgeries and long rehabilitation after a major accident, I learn how noble the human spirit is and how strong it is to have a heart that is concerned for others rather than feeling resentment or anger.
Weather forecasting may have started with the hope that “a loved one will not be cold or hot,” or that one can willingly endure the discomfort and damage while muttering “I hope everything goes well” while watching a sick mother and her daughter clinging to her side, thus speaking of the depth of consideration and love for other people and other beings.


It also showcases warm moments of solidarity, such as the desperate cries of an unknown man who saved our family from a crisis in the middle of a highway.
Through the pharmacist who cares for patients with a blunt yet sincere heart, we reflect on the meaning of caring for others and sincerity, and the conversation between a mother and child on the subway shows that everyday relationships are not given for granted, but are formed through constant effort and trust.
As if on a snowy day, a bus driver, exhausted from arguing with a passenger, received a phone call and asked, “Are you okay? Is everything okay?”
The author reminds us that if there is someone who asks how we are doing and wishes us well, our days are together even if they seem alone, and that although they always look the same, they change little by little and shine with a “suitable wear and tear to match each other’s bumps.”

The work of providing moderate warmth at an appropriate distance and consistently.
Rubbing each other's hearts together to make a gentle affection rise.
How exciting it is to finally find someone who is perfect for you after going through all that hard work.
How much more so, that they willingly stay by each other's side, worn and softened to suit each other's bumps and creases.
Page 209

Not too close, not too far
Seep in from a suitable distance

Author Ahn Bo-yoon is a person who lingers in front of someone's closed door, a person who chooses to wait a long time out of curiosity about the well-being of his neighbors.
His writings reveal a kindness that cares for others and a compassion for the fragile and fragile hearts of others.
The seeds of faith and positivity that spring from compassion are sprouting everywhere.
Those sprouts are gentle and tenacious because they have gone through despair and anger, sorrow and sadness.

He says.
The fact that the daily life given to us is “something that can only be achieved through countless efforts at every moment.”
An Bo-yoon's writings contain the efforts to preserve such precious daily life and life.
It's like taking the crumpled and sharp hearts, straightening them out, rounding the corners, and pulling them back to the side to examine them.
At a distance that is neither too close nor too far, with a pleasant warmth that seeps in gently and gradually warms you.

I hope that the author's wish to "live honestly and healthily" will flourish in countless hearts that "still have room to grow."
And we too, following the author, pass through another day, perhaps today.
We wait for each of our own 'todays', filled with gentle affection, to arrive by our side.


I now know that there is a yesterday that I must face in order to live today.
We cannot live today while ignoring yesterday's mistakes.
Likewise, it is difficult to love today's self without pitying yesterday's self and embracing yesterday's self.
_Page 5