Confession

I'm a bit afraid of a start because there must be an end someday And I'm hardwired to be sensitive to farewells, nostalgia Someone might say "You're such a coward. You're so afraid of the end that you don't wanna start, how foolish!" Maybe that has a point My excuse: But I feel grief very very painfully in farewells even if the person leaving has not been that close to me. It's so unfair. And I don't forget. I always reminisce. So unfair. Recently I feel like I'm 60's or 70's (Looking back is a characteristic of 'has-been'! How pathetic!) But (on the other hand) how fortunate I am that I think in my 20's what others would think in their old ages I would finally find a solution (mind set, philosophical thought) to this reminiscence and grief, if not now, because I am the greatest philosopher of all time (Of course, the solution could not be about 'positively overcoming') But think about it that a person falls into reminiscence and grief in their 60's or 70's! So-called "Looking back and nostalgia syndrome" Then that person has no way out No escape Anyway Finding that solution is the most philosophically challenging thing in my life for now (recently, nowadays, whatever)