No, I can't cry here, there are a lot of people outside who can suddenly enter this hospital room. Thinking like that, I didn't need to spend too much effort, the tears stopped automatically.
No matter what happened behind my back, I'm not allowed to regret it even a bit. Come to think of it, what was my freedom like? It is to go through a mediocre life according to his own will, not the one who is always thinking about those “trouble matters”. Once I started observing thoughts I became acutely aware of freedom, it was just that very quickly I forgot this awareness.
Normally, it is very easy for me to enter a state of absolute concentration, but as I get older, that ability also disappears, just being bothered a little can not continue to think too deeply. Sometimes I find this to be a g
