Watching the sky, the moon is always beautiful from the earth.
I think it's always beautiful from the far. But, the closer we get, the uglier the reality is.
I always wonder what will happen to me in 2020. At the age of 31. The future seems beautiful in the past. Because it was far away.
It is not uglier now but it is quite unthinkable. It is different. It made me wonder how to face upon it. Still, I can only breath. I am breathing. And keep breathing. And wonder again about future.
Maybe that's how we should live, just continue breathing and living for the beautiful far away future.
Ps: thank you for all the well wishes, I will do my best to live my best life.
