This is the story of a boy. If we had to say it, we would have to call him a young boy. It might be because his mindset is quite far removed from the basics of society. He was born better than others in many ways, including good health. both as a family and a brain that is clearly smarter than children of the same age His life path It's like strewn with rose petals.
The boy was always thinking twice. Why do humans conflict with each other? Why do people around you argue with each other? Why? Why is everyone unhappy? What must be done to make everyone happy? He pondered those questions. And I've always asked myself.
Soon after, one day, he discovered that differences were a key ingredient in conflict. But that wasn't the only thing he discovered. It has many things that make up it. Make each problem different.
In one boy he understood. and spoke out, “Opportunity is also considered a privilege. Many times people do not have equal opportunities. And many times that becomes part of the problem. Even problems that are difficult to solve If you look deeper It will be found that the people who are part of the problem'
They didn't even have a chance to find out.'”
So the boy thought about it. He wants to be the happiness of this world. He thought that since he was born better than others, happier than others The boy wanted to give others Be happy like him And it became his dream. Yes, it was a child's dream.
He tried to research and find out how to do it. What is happiness? What must you do to be happy?
But the more he tried to find the answer, The more he found himself further away from his dreams, until one day he asked himself a question. “What is happiness?”
If someone gets something Inevitably, someone must lose something. “What must be done to make everyone happy?”
He is slowly being reminded of the reality. that his dreams would never come true
Until finally, one day, he became the kind of person he hated. Yes, he became selfish.
But that's not an important story to tell. But we will talk about what is called his finish line. Talk about the destination of the path he has walked.
At a public park in front of an apartment as the sun was about to set. A man was walking towards a bench. There was a man sitting in the center of the park. which was strangely lonely and devoid of people It might be because people who just got off work are going to shop at the nearby commercial zone.
So no one has stopped by yet. So I opened my mouth and asked.
@: “Why are you still alone?”
Man: “Because this is my finish line.”
@: “So you did all those crazy things, dropped everything, everything just to sit and kick dust in front of my apartment? ”
The man: “What if I say yes? ”
@: “I really don't understand you.”
The man: “Huh, maybe like that? ”
@: “So what do you want to do next? ”
The man: “I have left everything behind. But I still haven't really thought about how to proceed.”
@: “May I please allow you to roll your eyes? ”
The man: “Haha, take it if it makes you happy.”
@: “... I don't like this sentence of yours.”
The man: “... Sorry, it's just a habit.”
@: “You said you would start over. But still behaves the same way.”
Man: “Well... it used to be my dream. A dream that will never come true.”
@: “Why are you so attached to it? ”
The man: “I don't know... It's so difficult. Until I just gave up I want to be their happiness. But with happy people I don't want to replace their happiness. Because it is no different from me taking away their happiness.”
@: “Why do you think like that? There are many definitions of happiness. There is no need to have one. At least for me, I like money. I'm happy when I get it. I like to eat, so I'm happy when I eat. Happiness can be many things. And I think the happiness of each person is different.
And it cannot be replaced. And I thought I had already talked to you about this.”
The man: “Yes... but it's hard to understand. So I try to approach people who have the opposite of happiness, and… it would be called suffering.”
@: “...sigh~ ”
The man: “Why are you sighing? ”
@: "Why do you think so?"
The man: “...”
@: “It doesn't work, right? ”
The man: “Well… yes, at first I thought. It is easier for me to make them happy than someone who is already happy. But it turned out that... ”
@: "But what? You don't have to leave it for a long time. It's longan. I'll have instant noodles. People are hungry."
The man: “... But, it turned out that I became their suffering.”
@: “Headache... It's too difficult for you to think about something.”
The man: “How?”
@: “Do you know what your own happiness is? ”
The man: “...”
@: “If even you yourself don't know. And how can you know other people's things? ”
The man: “But I know you were happy when you went to look.
flashbook
of a girl named...--”
@: "okay! Mr. Clever! Knowing a lot means a lot! But that part is you, and you are (edited).”
The man: “Did you see that? There's nothing wrong here? ”
@: “But that doesn't answer why you're here! In front of my apartment! ”
The man: “Because I think There are probably too many translators. So I left everything behind to start over It might help me understand more. And this is my finish line.”
@: “So you came here alone? ”
The man: “...No, it's because you're here.”
@: “Dew! Stop it! Really gay, you're a real man."
The man: “Haha.”
@: “What are you laughing at? Is it very funny? ”
The man: “Huh? Um... Am I laughing?... ”
@: “Yes, the laughter. With the same deadpan smile as always.”
Man: “This is... Looks like I was really right about you. You are my finish line.”
@: “W-Wait, whoa, stop it! Stopppu! ”
The man: “Here we are... ”
@: "what!!? ”
The man: “We… are friends now, right? ”
@: “... What are you asking? It's definitely true, isn't it? Or was it that in the past it was only me who thought we were friends? That's cruel."
The man: “This…”
@: "What else?
Man: So what do you have to do to be friends? "
@: “Oh my head hurts again.”
The man: “Your language is quite creative. Although I personally don't like it. Because it takes time to understand.”
@: “Let's not worry about that! Here, I'll tell you what friends do.”
The man: “How? Please explain.”
@: “First of all, are you free, business person? ”
The man: “It's free.”
@: “Then let's go eat grilled pork.”
The man: “Um.”
Regardless, this is the destination. Or his finish line or not? But looking at it, it probably isn't the end. I think he's still walking. But it's not the path. Or the old method...