Everyday Life

The title is Everyday Life. Everyday life is something we are not usually aware of. We may realize that we have come a long way from it, but it is the accumulation of daily routines that we recall fondly. The memories are not special and ordinary, but they are memories of that day, aren't they? On the other hand, I find myself feeling lazy about everything in my daily life, and my soul is longing for a fresh spice. Sometimes my paralyzed mind is chasing after a subtle encounter with a dangerous fragrance, and sometimes I find that I have gained another year, but lost it. It is also a part of my daily life, and I live my life looking at the loneliness of losing something, because where there is a beginning, there is also an end.