windy0814's post

After going around and around, eventually. I started collecting pieces of luck. Should I say that I am actually far from luck? I was that kind of person. From my childhood to the moment I got married, I lived a life that was just so-so, a life that was so unlucky. I devoted myself to my breath-like paintings for years, but then I failed college so well, and yet another despair continued in my life. The first luck I had was studying psychology. While studying, I apologized to myself first. I felt really sorry for the way I had so cruelly torn myself apart. And then I started collecting pieces of luck. It was luck that it was easier than I thought. The traffic light that made me not wait for the signal was luck. The bus that stopped in front of me at the bus stop that was bustling with people was luck. The luck that I was able to buy bungeoppang thanks to a crumpled 1,000 won bill in my pocket. Today, I have lived this day that someone desperately hopes for, and it is also luck. Thank goodness. I am fortunate to have been able to recognize the moments of luck that I might not have encountered in my entire life, and to finally live a life for myself. It was a whirlwind of twists and turns, but in the end.