Ah... we meet again
Come--sit ... How is it?
The room feels bright enough, doesn't it?
With a window this large, every time the shutters are opened, it's like stepping straight into sunlight.
Back when I was at the Academy, I loved moments like this. Just lying in the warmth, letting myself drift off.
On a good day, all it took was closing my eyes, and an entire class would melt away like butter...
Sometimes I'd wake to the glare of the sun, or the faint sting of heat where my hair had been scorched.
Even so, it always felt nice.
Hmm... How should I describe it?
Imagine this:
A quiet afternoon, a gentle breeze passing through the room.
The professor stands at the front, patiently working through formulas.
Everyone around you is focused, listening, writing their notes... and chasing a future ahead of them.
And you?
You don't quite belong there. You're just passing through.
So you turn your head and outside the window the square is alive with people, laughter and youth.
You could watch them for hours
Or turn back to listen
Or simply lie down and fall asleep again.
Does having choices--despite not belonging--count as freedom?
I don't really know.
But for me, it was rare and because of that I treasured it.
Heh...
Though I used to love basking in the sun like that, now it makes me a little uneasy.
Why? Mm...
Maybe I've just started to feel that it's... a waste?
After all, there's only so much daylight in a day.
If I spend it all asleep, I'll miss people and things that won't come back.
...Ah, don't take that too seriously. I'm only joking.
That look on your face just now, it gave me a curious sense of satisfaction.
Still... some things are easier to understand only after you've lived through them.
There are people who are pinned to something because they can't bear to be idle.
They've lived long enough and remembered too well-- they know what regret feels like.
And once you've tasted that, you start running just to avoid feeling it again.
So perhaps it's better to forget. Keep moving forward.
Don't look back.
Joy doesn't visit often.
This isn't escape--it's refusing to repeat the same mistakes.
Hm?
You think those were kind words?
...tsk.
How disappointing.
Well, no matter. At least I've said what I wanted to say.
The sun's setting... and I'm getting a little tired.
Goodbye.
#Denia - Evening Podcast [ https://t.co/b32ZBGVYcG ]