A meaningful life for me is a constant record of the story.
Today is different from yesterday. Yesterday I worked. Today is my day off. Nowadays, I can’t read. I don’t know why. I can’t concentrate. I only care about writing. But I feel empty inside my head. I need a new wind.
I record my life. I record past and present and future. I write stories of facts and stories of imagination.
The story of imagination excites me. When can I write it? It’s a dream story in my head.
