What are love and gratitude? Who defined them in the first place?
Aren’t love and gratitude merely dualistic concepts after all?
Who was it that gave God a name? Wasn’t it humans?

I feel like spending time on these questions now is meaningless—just a useless waste of energy.
In the end, as I’ve already mentioned a few times before, I’ve returned to my past way of thinking.
Except, perhaps, I am more spiritually evolved now…
Well, anyway, the conclusion is always “now.” It’s just like what I used to say.
We are merely travelers, and this world we live in right now is just a passing scenery.
The time of that moment, the weather of that moment, my heart of that moment, the situation of that moment,
and everything about that moment.
Filled with things that exist only in that specific instance—that is
“now,” and it can only be experienced in the “now.”

We are meant to simply observe, enjoy, and experience those things.
A day will come when we will forget those moments forever.
So, let us savor that moment “now.”
Even this very moment where I am writing this diary is nothing more than just this present moment.
It vanishes, and something else arrives immediately—and what has just arrived vanishes once again.

What I used to dream of was leaving a piece of myself behind.
I wanted to be someone who leaves an impression on others, someone who inspires.
That is why I write a diary. That is why I create. That is why I write letters.
Yet, even these egos must be let go. These, too, are merely my desires.
Hmm… I feel confused, filled with these thoughts again. As expected,
I should just look at the “now” and let go of my ego.