Sometimes, I just want to drift.
To go wherever the flow takes me.
Without struggling so hard just to endure.
Because enduring fiercely, every single day, is exhausting.
Like a dandelion seed,
when the wind blows,
it seems to surrender to it as if it has been waiting all along.
The stronger the wind, the better.
If the wind changes direction, that is fine too.
Even if there is no wind at all, that is fine.
Maybe someone passing by will lean close and gently blow.
Sometimes, I simply want to feel light.
But even a dandelion must have endured long days
just to reach that moment.
I believe that is true.
And maybe I am the same.
One day,
I will leave without hesitation.
For that moment,
let me endure this difficult time.