笑ったり転んだり

The world around me seemed to split at the seams - not loudly, but noticeably. Every day something goes wrong: sometimes anger at myself for weakness, sometimes fatigue where there's no strength left to be angry. Everything revolves between "I have to" and "forget it," between anxiety and the quiet acceptance of simply breathing. And yet - someone is walking nearby. Not ahead, not behind, but beside. The evening smells of a tired city, the windows glow with other people's worries, and the wind seems to whisper, "live quietly." And it becomes easier - just being able to walk without knowing where to go, without making plans, without having to prove anything to yourself. As long as there's a sunset and someone's footsteps in unison, it's still not in vain.