Mine was to become a tree. If I were a tree, needles wouldn't hurt. Why did I have to be sick, making everyone suffer feel sad and get mad? That's when I started pretending to be a tree, quietly enduring everything. I couldn't do anything about the pain, but I could choose not to cry. I may not have stood out, but I knew how to endure.
I spent days in silence, keeping to myself so no one would see how vulnerable I was. Inside the layers I've built up, in my wish to become a tree there are fragile feelings trapped within, unable to grow.
Dearest, Mirae, Miji, and Hosu.
Mygosh, it's beyond any word I could possibly come up with. It was a good thing to try this series this break, it was everything beyond comfort and rest. It is familiar without all the unnecessary negativity, yet was held by realistic external factors. I'm glad to be ending 2025 with this watch. I too, will face everything headstrong even if afraid and will not run away.
Yesterday is over. Tomorrow is yet to come. Today is yet unknown.
