dazai osamu (relaxing/sad)

Isn't it fascinating how humans cling to hope? I've predicted countless outcomes, and they all lead to the same truth: everything precious eventually slips away. We tell ourselves it's the natural order, the inevitable cycle of life and death. That we should embrace the impermanence, find beauty in the fleeting. But how can you embrace the vanishing when it feels like a theft? How can you find beauty in the decay when all you see are the ghosts of the past?

Have you ever wondered why we chase what we cannot keep? Every time I reach for something beautiful, it crumbles in my hands like autumn leaves. Perhaps that's the true nature of desire - to want what will inevitably slip away.