He was a guy, barely living at all. He searches for the meaning of life and yet answers can nowhere be found. He tries to find his voice in this world and yet it seems so hard to find. He then started to lose hope whether he was born to just exist and later wither and decay, not accomplishing bigger things in this world we live in.
Not until he met this girl. This girl was a contrast to everything he does and for the first time in his life, he felt a spark in his soul being ignited. Feeling as if everything would burst with happiness with him just being around her.
These went on for maybe days? months? and gradually turning into years. He finally felt truly happy for the first time. He didn't want it to stop. He liked what he feels. He feels as if the purpose of living in this world was to actually feel happy and free, and he felt all that by meeting this girl.
But he still can't call it love. He doesn't know what falling inlove is, yet. He'd been single all in his entire life that when he feels this new emotion he doesn't know how to deal with it. He searches to how it happened but even a simple google search doesn't have the specific answer.
Did he fell in love without him knowing it? Did the girl save him from living so miserably that now when his feeling is slowly showing he doesn't know how to confess or maybe say how he feels because all of these things are firsts in his life?
Then one day it all made sense. Everything fits perfectly. He has his own definition of love now. He had accepted that he did fell in love. Hard. And all he can do is sigh with the overwhelming feeling. He knows his purpose in life. She was his answer.
And by that day he knew, he knew what was the next thing to do. Every time he stares at her, he became deaf to the life around him when she'd speak, her voice became his favorite song.
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Ikigai
PoesiaWhat does it feel to just exist? No more no less. You're just there existing. A display to be seen but never understood. Endless thoughts flooding your brains, questioning every move you once made.