I want to share a current thought I've ruminated.
Today, I met one of the old good friends in the past through the Internet.
I've got reminiscent 'cause I remembered countless memories and which made me a little bit sad.
I asked myself why the past is always more beautiful than what it was while talking with him.
I've got an answer.It's the sense of wonder!
In the past, I was more curious than what I am and exploring what the world is at all times.
The world was full of riddles which motivated me with excitement.
The world was full of something new as if I was on an another planet.
And, the world was full of love with purity.
I will be the person who can stand at entrances.
We should keep the ignorance of knowledge in mind.
And, I'm gonna have the sense of wonder again.
