Tardiness. I value keeping promises, so I hate being late and always arrive at least 30 minutes early. These days, I arrive an hour early for work and leave late too. I don’t want to dump my work on anyone, but there’s no one who can take it on.
Coexistence. The moon on my way to work is captivating, and the sun on my way home is too. Commuting while both are in the sky—an intriguing moment. February 3, 2026. 34/365.
Her birthday. My daughter’s birthday. As it gets closer, she reminds me every day that it’s only a few days away—so much that I want to name her Linda, or “Jin Linda. ” Still, I can’t help loving her. One moment I’m fed up, the next I’m charmed.
Wink. Perhaps thanks to Finding Nemo, this clownfish named Nemo suits it even better. While on a date with Ttaneunim, it winked at me when I took a photo. How long has it been since someone winked at me? ! 260608. 39/365.
Wedding anniversary. Our 10th anniversary. I can’t believe 10 years have already passed. Our daughter is already in elementary school—time really flies. I’m grateful for these years spent without any major troubles, and thankful to my wife for all
Comfort. It’s been an especially difficult week. Let’s endure one more day, drawing strength from the solace of the evening sunset. March 19, 2026. 78/365.
Rainy days and sad people. All kinds of stories—somewhere between unfairness and what should be. Perhaps not an easy conversation, one no one will take responsibility for and that may never reach a conclusion. 260714. 195/365
Tane’s ring. She carefully keeps the ring given by her male friend, then wears it when going out and shows it off proudly. That guy is off-limits. Absolutely off-limits. 260101. 1/365
Friends
There are friends you feel comfortable with even when sitting together in silence. Those are the friends who last—the ones who roughly know what you’re about to do without you saying a word. The most comforting and wonderful kind. 260425.
Growth
When a flower blooms
and withers, it seems to have served its purpose
and become useless, but fruit grows in its place. I used to think we bloom at one stage of life
and bear fruit at another. Now I feel we grow
by blooming, withering,