Spring

Spring is back, like an idol whom I desperately want to see.

Cherry blossoms are already blooming, and some of them are ready to embrace their own love.

Last year was really harsh for me; it felt like I didn't know how I could go on with the rest of my life.

And then, suddenly, I came up with an idea: 'go on a working holiday.'

My daily life changed because of it; it felt like all the gray clouds had passed away, and I could once again see the sun shining in my mind.

And now, real spring is back.

I choose to believe in myself even if I am afraid.

What if the fear means that I am heading in the right direction, and it is the only truth that I can live my own life?