When You Carry Love in Your Heart, the One Who Becomes Happy in the End Is "Me"
I do not know his name, nor where he lives.
I was not even welcomed.
And yet,
I am living within “his” world.
To be precise,
it is “him” as an illusion
that I myself have drawn.
There may be quite a deep chasm between him
and the person he is in reality.
Even so,
wishing for someone's happiness
and well-being
puts me genuinely at ease.
Instead of erupting in anger
or hurling curses,
even toward someone
who did not leave me with good feelings,
to wish that they may live in peace.
There must have been
their own reasons for their actions.
Whatever those reasons may have been,
I hope they are living the present
with a peaceful mind.
However,
just because I wish for their peace
does not mean
I want to keep them by my side.
That is an entirely different matter.
Because I refuse to let my world
be stained
by their negative way of thinking.
I have always
walked away from people
just like that.
“I refuse to be stained
by the way they live.”
The longer the time spent together,
no matter how tightly I hold onto a good heart,
what seeps in
like a plague
are negative thoughts and words.
To protect my heart,
I must firmly
distance myself
from such people.
Even if I live
keeping my distance from them,
my heart can still hope
that they may one day break free
from those dark thoughts and words.
Because that
is the path
that keeps my heart
warm
and safe.