Like Trumpet Creeper Petals Underfoot

On my way home from work, inspired by someone else’s delightfully written words, I impulsively open a writing app to jot down a few lines myself. Amidst the sticky air and unfamiliar faces, their writing offers a cool and refreshing stimulus, like lemon sherbet. Thanks to it, I avoid frowning and head home with a refreshed feeling. Even at this very moment, I realize how much I truly cherish reading and writing. Even on a sweltering subway commute, thick with unpleasantness, just the neatly arranged words on the screen can make my heart feel this cool and refreshed.

Like the trumpet creeper petals I happily discovered underfoot a few days ago, I’ve somehow stepped into July. I’ve decided not to believe the fortune-telling that July will be particularly difficult, requiring caution against gossip, even more so than June. Instead of tiptoeing around, being wary and cautious, I’ve decided to align my mind and actions towards a benevolent direction. In that spirit, I reached out first to someone with whom the roots of discomfort had grown quite deep. It was the first day I put this into practice since deciding not to run away anymore. It was a very small action, but commendable. I believe in the power of sharing meals, cracking jokes, and exchanging laughter. I’ve decided to put effort into transforming discomfort into trust. It’s not too late to try it first, pour energy into it, and then make a judgment. That way, I’ll be less cowardly towards myself. I am strong. The tearful words I poured out, saying “I wasn’t like this originally, my personality seems to have changed,” are shameful excuses. In fact, no matter how many tests I take, my MBTI has never changed. It’s time to express and reveal myself boldly and frankly. There will be no more doubting myself.