At this moment. Life is still good, text postcard, green island

a new Year. The numbers on the calendar have increased too much, but some part of me has not followed the days. In May, the epidemic broke out, Qingqing’s Island was closed, vaccinations were given, life in Taitung in September, and then the new product season of Sweet Life began in November, and then throughout December, busy with the Christmas schedule and the arrival of Lin’s Department Store…… Years, I have been looking for a way, and I have been busy. During the end of the year, there are only one or two days of leisure. Knowing that part of my soul has not caught up, I still let myself have the habit of living slowly, drinking tea, eating breakfast, and watching candlelight. But I can't write long texts. I can't write long texts. An incomplete soul doesn't have much to say. However, even with aphasia, the heart is still feeling. My heart is still feeling, words are still arriving in some subtle moments, so I start writing poetry. In fact, many poems were written. "Desolate Notes" was published in March 2021, and I thought it would be the end of a journey. However, I found out later that as long as there is love in this heart, there will still be a lot of loneliness, and there will be endless, bleakest notes on the journey. Later, I went to live in the forest of Taitung in September. The people, houses, sea, and fire there gave me a lot. There were many cosmic words arriving at dawn and tide during that time, I heard, I saw, I felt. Since then, I have been able to deeply discover that a certain breath has entered my life, and it is also reflected in my words. Where are we headed? The road unfolds in the dark in an unknown direction, and we who were born in the world with the thoughts of the universe are pursuing the unimaginable depth and distance at the end of the road all our lives...? Actually not. no. After entrusting the fate of being a human to a huge and vast existence, you can see that the scenery along the journey of life is actually simple and pure. Everything is left to go through; everything is left to go without regrets. Where are we headed? There is probably still a long way to go. I just wish it was a star-studded place. Now I am such a me, and I can only accommodate it, and I no longer try to carry more. The beginning of a year is still full of thanks. Thank you for all the lovely and wonderful souls around me who accompanied me, taught me, and raised me. There is still a lot of love in life, there is still a lot of loneliness, there is still a lot of sadness and pain...but I am still happy. I am still happy. ____Written on 2021.01.01 / Anyway, life is always good. Live it, feel it, and it will be all right in the end.