After work, I spend my time reading books, watching movies or dramas, and sometimes playing games. I’ve already read 45 books so far this year.

Yet, I’m not sure if I’m truly enjoying it. While I do find pleasure in these activities, I also feel like I’m merely passing the time. This leaves me feeling a bit confused.

Ultimately, this comes down to how I feel about my life. If I felt I were truly living, I wouldn’t have these doubts.

If every day were a matter of survival—if life felt more visceral—there would be no room to wonder if I’m really living. I would know for sure that I wasn’t just wasting time.

Since I cannot escape this feeling, I need to find a better way to handle it. Even if I were to become a billionaire by some chance, I believe nothing would change. This is an inescapable part of the human condition.

I would use “Era” to describe the update, but my daughter started her junior high school life.
Youth and hope are a perfect fit. When I attended the entrance ceremony, I felt it strongly.

What is most pleasing is that it looks like she is enjoying her new school life. It’s super encouraging and reassuring to me. That’s all I could hope for.

She is growing, and now is the most complicated age of her life. Still, she sometimes seeks physical affection with me. I’d like to give her everything she needs, and I won’t push anything she really dislikes.

She will need to understand that, actually, life is going to be difficult, though it’s worth living. Duty and responsibility are just increasing, but they come along with joy and freedom.

I hope she can feel some sort of happiness in living her life with all of those.