You know, sometimes it is just a preference. It’s all up to you, your lifestyle, your taste, your hobbies and interests – these are all you, parts of you, pieces of you. You’re consist of what you’ve eaten, what you’ve read, what you’ve seen, what you’ve felt, the way how you’ve been treated, loved, talked to. The scatters of life have been concentrated into something, and that’d be you.
已經太久沒有提過筆,幾乎遺忘如何創作。但偶爾還是有想要抒發的心情,只不過也不想將這些腦海裡的二三事攤在熟識的人的眼下。所以就這樣吧。
Things are no longer the same as it used to be. When I was much younger, I wouldn't feel as embarassed as how I'd feel now to show people the stuff I wrote. This is an awkward feeling: you want to be heard, be understood, but at the same time, you feel shy and reluctant to analyse yourself in front of the public.