Life, Once Again!

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“I've lived a long life in solidarity. But the work didn't last, so eventually it cost me a living, and because I couldn't open my hands to my parents after thirty years, I went back to the labor stoppage. The part-time job was over 30 years old, so I couldn't do it. When I say I'm here for an interview, I look up and down, and I say I'm not going to be old enough. ”

The fierce man's argument became calmer and calmer over time. He said as if he had heard something from someone. But the audience watching him expressed grief in contrast to the man, and was angry as if to blame his ugly life, and grieved as if to tell his own story.

As the man's emotions became clearer, the emotions on the audience's faces changed fiercely.

The floor listened to the man, noticing the change.

“I've heard a lot since I was a kid. Dream on." You've probably heard it once or twice. ”

The audience nodded at a moment.

“So I had a dream. That was the actor, and I never once doubted my future as an actor. It's hard now, but it will be. The light will shine on those who work hard. Someday it must be... ”

The man lifts his hand to the height of his face, then lets out a hollow smile and lowers it.

“I'm thirty-five years old, and I still live in the basement. Continuously coming in, the number of times that the co-director quit working with him was significantly reduced, and the work for the drama was totally gone. At the time, I was playing in a small theater with this university. It was popular in its own way. I had a beloved brother and a trusted friend. I was desperate to get away from the broadcast, but then I thought, Now in the movies, there are actors on TV who have learned and not lived long lives. There's a famous saying. ‘This too shall pass.' And I believed that, and I got into the act. But I did know that. That meant I was the only one left to escape. ”

The man who reached there suddenly took out his cell phone and said carefully to the audience.

“We're running out of time. As you can see from my point of view, nothing good comes out of it anyway. I'm sorry to take up such precious time, but I think I'll finish up here. ”

The man got up from his seat.

“It's been a long time since I've spoken to this many people. I think it's odd, and I don't think it's inspiring. At first I was shaking like that, but people are so sly, aren't they? ”

It was time for Namsa to close her greeting with a smile.

“I'd love to hear more. ”

It was a man's horse holding his daughter. The girl in my arms was also looking forward with wide, wide eyes. No mumbling.

The floor, which was obsessed with the man's words, stood up and looked around. There were countless people gathered. The people who were sitting in semicircles surrounded the man. The surprising thing is that, despite the crowds, it was quiet as if no one was there.

When the man stopped speaking, people vomited and spoke in support of him.

“I've heard so far, but you should just go now. ”

“I don't mean to be funny, but I like your story. I want to hear it.”

“These people didn't just spend so much time listening. ”

You hear voices that expect the next story of a man from all sides.

“Come on, calm down. You have to give him time to think. We still want to hear your story. ”

“…… Are you sure you want to do this? I hope that doesn't make you feel better. ”

“Hospitals are not for healthy people. It's the same here. Everyone here, everyone here, has a sore spot somewhere. You can empathize because you're sick. I want to hear your story, your story, your story. ”

The man who heard the lecture stood up and looked around at the audience surrounding him. He sat down, smiling deeply.

“What a strange world. What you couldn't get when you desperately wanted it was people's eyes and attention, and you get it here. Excuse me, can I get some water? My throat hurts because I haven't spoken in front of people in so long. ”

“There's plenty of water. ”

Hannah, standing behind you, brings out some warm water. The man takes a sip of water and exhales a breath of steam.

“It came out of nowhere one day. The actor I used to know put me in the drama. It was a morning soap opera. I used to be a secretary next to the boss, and there were so many times that I wouldn't have to worry about living expenses for a while. I was happy to work at a time when I didn't have any bills in my wallet. I don't know how many times I've committed myself to it on my way to the set. Say hello, stand out, appeal to the smoke. So let's succeed. But... ”

The man closed his eyes and drank a lot of water.

“Camera's getting scared. No, I didn't even know why at the time. It was a simple line. Ms. Grant, I'll take you. How easy is that? Even someone who didn't know anything about smoke was an easy line to put out once or twice. But I couldn't finish the line. Ms. Grant... I'm sorry. Sa, boss. Ms. Grant. Ms. Grant... ”

One cough, the man smiled thinly.

“I've never been to a job before, and I've called in the boss for the rest of my life. 30 minutes. It was time for me to announce to you that my life as an actor was over. He looked at me and didn't say anything. I couldn't do it. I'm not going to say anything until something understandable happens. I couldn't even say that I was in a bad mood. It wasn't that level of a problem. ”

The floor looked up at the man who could not connect the words, then looked up at the sky. I thought it might not be about other people. Everyone dreams and no doubt sells out a point towards that dream. Is there always a happy ending to the life of the person who devotes everything to the dream?

The answer is from the man in front.

A myriad of bad endings are struck, crushed, and stacked for a single happy ending.

Awareness for some, interest for others, maybe pleasure for others. The floor looked at the faces of the audience one by one. Sad stories do not necessarily bring about sympathy for sadness. On the other hand, that relieved sigh of relief might be staring down at the man speaking earlier. It's a good thing I'm not such an idiot.

Kanghwan dreamed of a place to share sorrow, but it seemed to have become a place to heal himself with a warped comfort. A small, seemingly visible laughter flies to the man. Is this a zoo or a public execution site? I wonder why a man's chair looks like a guillotine.

I don't think he did anything wrong.

I knew this was going to happen. That's why I came up with the word "using men."

After talking to him in person, he put him on this stage because he wants to cheer him on, but maybe he should have quit when he said he wanted to quit.

I haven't seen a man who buries himself in someone else's wounds for a long time. The floor sighs a little. Why didn't I get cold? Why didn't I tell the man that it was going to go this way? What does it have to do with the hideous strangeness?

"I don't know, there's a lot I don't know. ’

The only emotion I feel is vague apology for the man. I didn't put you there to be ridiculed.

“I'm fine.”

Then a voice came from behind me. It was an encouragement that someone sent towards the man who was still silent. The floor turns. A thirty-year-old man with a face just before he cried said with his glasses fixed.

The floor closes its eyes and looks around again. I noticed people who had scars, like men, that were invisible just then. The number was more overwhelming than those who were making fun of it. I understood that the emotions that I couldn't express while watching the man for a moment were a late burst.

I cheered for the man, but the floor felt healed as well.

At that moment, absurdly, I thought, I must have pushed it so hard to tell him this warmth.

I felt different because it was not logical and emotional, but I was whispering that it was the right answer on one side of my head.

The man spoke again. Hope is invisible as a tear, and every nightmare continues to contain a series of moments that deserved to wake up.

At some point, the floor felt a drop of water falling on the back of my hand. Is it raining? The sky that I looked up to was wrapped in darkness, but not cloudy. The drop was the eye area of his body.

Before I even had a question, the floor clammed its mouth to my flowing chest. Whose sadness is this?

At that moment, the floor saw someone standing next to the man in front of it.

A man with a friendly smile. I was recognizing that it was an illusion. A picture that only the brain shows itself. The man who came with a fierce headache was patting the shoulder of a man who was telling him his dark life.

Again, my eyes were shaking, and I remembered a man and a man shoulder to shoulder. The floor narrows its eyes with its hands on its head. The face of the man who was as pale as noise became clearer and clearer.

A man smiling shoulder to shoulder with a man in a fancy outfit, not a gorgeous outfit. The moment I recognized the man's face, the floor had to groan.

The one who was smiling next to the man was himself.

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One day at a time.

This was a promise to myself.

I'm so happy to be guarding it this year.

...

I often hold it once a day, when I want to rest.

Should I just take the rest of the day off, maybe tomorrow, maybe one day?

Every time I do that, I think of a lot of excuses.

Computer malfunction, illness, Internet malfunction, etc.

But funnily enough, my computer is so vivid, my body is healthy, my Internet is so damn unbroken.

Maybe later, when this review says, "My computer's broken and I need a day off," it says, "This writer's making excuses. At the same time, I would appreciate it if you would think, 'But it's steady, so I'll take care of it for a day.'

when that day comes.

Oh, it's true. I went to the dentist and I lost track of time. (Dental bills, world's scariest word)

And for the last two days, I've been lazy.

# 55203;... I don't want to get out of the covers because it's cold.

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