Even if what lies at the bottom of life is not happiness but sadness
I live each day without giving up, searching for clues to beauty.

In a world where stories of success, hope, and happiness are the only things that get noticed, the author of this book, 'From Dawn', has been venting his utmost sadness on Twitter (X.com) since 2021.
Yet, an account with no flashy resume, no provocative language, and no advertising gained 17,000 followers and consistently garnered 450,000 views per week.
Those who enjoy his tweets say that his sad tweets make them think and that they are a comfort in times of need.
His tweets are said to bring peace to the mind with their gently spreading warmth.

This book collects tweets from January 2021, when the writer began working as a security guard, to April 2024.
There is sadness underlying the author's tweets, but that sadness leads to an optimism about life.
Let go of your obsession with success and happiness, which may or may not exist far away, and be faithful to the joy and excitement of the present.
I divided the story into several topics.
The security office where one sweats and meets nature and people; the dusky dawn of a beach that the author has a special affection for; his wife, the center of 'love', the greatest joy in life; his family, the source of life's sorrow and beauty; and music/books/coffee that give him the strength to continue living.
The writings on various topics stop the reader in their tracks and provide various food for thought and peace of mind.

When I worked in an apartment, I used to drink coffee at a convenience store in the early morning, and sometimes the employee would strongly refuse to pay.
I want to buy it for you.
I wish I was better off, but it's happened to me so many times.
When I tried to express my gratitude, he quit his job.
I thought of him this morning as I walked out of the convenience store with coffee on my way to work.
I also remember the sight of my husband driving home from work in his truck after work in the morning.
There are many reasons why I should be kind to the world.
--- p.55 「1.
Among the "security guards"

I believe in a religion called dawn.
Everything that wakes up at dawn contains the longing for life.
The time when the sadness created by the silence of the night is thinly spread and prayers are offered toward salvation that is nowhere to be found is called dawn.
A life of sadness, unforgiveness, leaves the tossing and turning of the night, ties up the laces of work boots, and steps into the world.
--- p.69 「2.
From "Dawn"

I believe that one's life should be a memory of love.
It's certainly a leisurely story in a world where people struggle to succeed, but at the end of my life, I will return home with memories of love.
The sorrows we endure together with the unity we achieve with our loved ones come together to form life.
Love is a record of unity and sorrow.

--- p.128 「3.
From "Wife"

Nevertheless, I have no doubt that life goes on and the world is beautiful.
I think of love in my saddest moments.
That gives us a reason to continue living.
The hardship of duty also sustains me.
This is my destiny and I follow the path of destiny.
I learn to accept and endure the conditions I have.
Such acquisitions protect me
--- p.175 「4.
From "Life"

What kept me from giving up when I was poor and life was difficult was my belief in a beautiful world.
That only by reading books, listening to music, and walking along the road can a beautiful world open up.
If you don't buy books because you're poor, you'll become poorer.
I've always remembered that if life gets tough and you treat music as a luxury, you'll never get back up again.

--- p.192 「5.
From "Comfort"

When I met my wife after work, she had a pale face and said she was having a hard time.
I suggested we go out and have lunch, but he cried and asked me to let him stay.
Eventually I cried too and my wife woke up.
After dinner, I stopped by my daughter's apartment's underground parking lot and Brahms' Symphony No. 4 was playing.
I will never hear Brahms so tearful again.
It was beautiful, deeply moving and caressing my heart.
In the evening, my wife said I was a husband like any husband, and I listened to Brahms.
--- p.224 「5.
From "Comfort"

They say you only live once.
So, the saying that you have to be successful and make a lot of money, and that peace of mind and generosity come from your bank balance is a proud anecdote.
Now, I think of love, as it seems impossible to tell a story of such a world.
I tell myself that my only life is to love my wife with all my heart, to live as a father and grandfather who is not bothered by anything for his family, and to keep my expectations of the beauty of the world.
--- p.271 「6.
Among the "family"

It rained.
For a moment, my heart fluttered under the illusion that buds might sprout from the rain-soaked trees.
Even though I knew that rain in winter brought bitter cold, my heart hoped that today would be a spring day.
Life isn't always harsh.
Even though nothing has changed and sadness still occupies a certain place, today I drew spring in my heart.
Winter has just begun and spring is still a long way off, but today I wanted to make a deliberate effort to believe in spring.
So I listen to Schubert.
--- p.300 「7.
From "Season"

Snow falls in the night world.
Sometimes I go outside and let my mind wander to the darkness that sways in the wind and the snow that falls on it.
When the quiet night air envelops me, I want to tell someone something, but I quietly put down one person's name for fear of cracking the cold, clear loneliness of this moment.
I read books and drank cold coffee all day.
It was a courtesy on a snowy day and the only confirmation that I was alive.
Now follow the night led by FM's music.
--- p.301 「7.
From "Season"

At 6:28 a.m., I bought coffee at a convenience store and took a sip.
It matched the dawn of dawn and the streetlights that had already seeped in the morning, creating a slightly melancholic atmosphere, a taste that existed to some extent for the sub-zero temperatures.
Now that I've finished cleaning the security office, I drink the coffee that's holding back the last of its warmth.
Sometimes life is tearful.
I know that the coffee I'm drinking now is all the comfort I can receive today.
It's an early morning, a good time to cry alone.

--- p.315 「8.
From "Epilogue"