This very moment. Life is still good. Words Postcard. Qingqing's Island.

A new year. The numbers on the calendar keep changing, yet a part of myself still hasn't caught up with the passage of time. The pandemic erupted in May, Qingqing's Island closed its doors, there were vaccinations, life in Taitung in September, and then from the new product season at Sweet Living starting in November, through the entire month of December, busy with the Christmas rush, busy with the opening at Hayashi Department Store... This year, I've been constantly finding my way, and busy. Towards the end of the year, all I had were one or two days of stolen leisure. Knowing that a part of my soul hadn't caught up yet, I still allowed myself to maintain a habit of slow living, drinking tea, eating breakfast, watching candlelight. But I couldn't write long pieces. I can no longer write long pieces. An incomplete soul doesn't have much to say. Yet, even in silence, the heart is still feeling. My heart is still feeling, and words still reach me in certain subtle moments, so I started writing poetry. In fact, I've written quite a lot of poems. In March 2021, I published "Notes from the Desolation," originally thinking it would be the end of a journey. But I later realized that as long as this heart holds love, there will be much loneliness, and there will be an endless supply of notes from the most desolate journeys to write. Later, in September, I lived in the forest in Taitung. The people, the houses, the sea, and the fire there gave me so much. During that time, many cosmic messages arrived with the dawn and the tides; I heard them, I saw them, I felt them. Since then, I've been able to profoundly discover a certain essence entering my life, which is also reflected in my writing. Where will we ultimately go? The road unfolds in darkness towards an unknown direction. Born into this world carried by cosmic intentions, are we to spend our entire lives searching for something beyond imagination, deep and far, at the end of the road...? Actually, no. It's not like that. When you entrust the fate of being human to a vast and expansive existence, you begin to see that the scenery along life's journey is actually simple and pure. Everything is just about experiencing; everything is just about living without regret. Where will we ultimately go? We probably still have a long way to go. I only wish it will be a starlit destination. This is who I am now, capable of embracing only this much, no longer attempting to carry more. The beginning of another year, and still, so much gratitude. Thankful for all the lovely and wonderful souls around me, for accompanying me, teaching me, nurturing me. There is still so much love in my life, still so much loneliness, still so much sadness and pain... but I am still happy. I am still happy. ____Written on 2021.01.01 / No matter what, life always turns out for the good. To be alive, to feel, in the end, everything will be alright.