Life, Once Again!

I can see that the past and the present are the same. I thought it wasn't the floor. I believed that the experience that I had changed my personality and personality. A few days ago, a few months ago, and a few years ago me and now I will definitely be different. However, he thought that something that remained the same was inherent to him, just as there was a point of reference in the infinitely changing graph. One of them is challenging. Even if the environment and situation change, taking a big step without being afraid is one of the characteristics that represents humans.

The floor let go of the mouse. The monitor is illuminating an old diary. The author who wrote the diary wanted to ask himself what he thought at that time.

It was so different. If you look at the journal you wrote in the past, you feel like someone else wrote it. I still remember writing that journal, but it was unclear how I felt when I wrote it.

“I tried to concentrate on studying, but the limits of concentration were quickly revealed. I don't think I can expect the focus to be exerted on the script. We need to find alternatives. For a stable life. ”

The floor read a sentence floating on the screen. It was one of the first grade journals. Brain cells awaken as a whole when writing a script, but when you open a book for academic purposes, brain cells become lazy calves. There was no need to be sad or disappointed. It means you have a gift for acting. I wrote a memorandum saying that I couldn't trust myself in the past even when I was happy because I was given a gift that no one else had.

I took note of the words in the journal that I have looked at so far. Stable, career path, odds, success, profit. The five words were distributed around the center of the diary.

“Stability, career pathways, odds, success, profit. ”

I read the word in the sound of the floor. Obviously, they were important to life. But he was only in the first grade of high school. It also begins again with a certain inheritance of the previous way of life and wisdom. There was no need to rush. Rather, it was time to broaden my life by accepting various experiences that I had never had in my previous life.

What if I get in the wrong way and waste a little time? What if he fails and falls? He was young and the future was endless. Rather than studying your previous life and aiming for a white collar, isn't it your right to lead a second life by pioneering the unknown? Like a man on the edge of a cliff, he was wandering around looking for a rope. He looked unfamiliar and faced something impossible to interpret.

“I looked up the license for a large cargo. I looked at the turnover rate for SMEs who joined schools and sisters. I recognized the wages of the factory my father was working in. ”

It was information about employment that appeared frequently in the journal in conjunction with five words. I'm still thinking about it. I got a lot of job information. When I was employed at the same time as graduating from high school, I did a modest survey of the places where I could ride the line without penalty.

The floor is full of laughter. Why would I hang on to something like this in the past? Every action I did looked like a man if I didn't work tomorrow. It's like having a wife and kids to feed.

Behaviors were consistent that were not at all consistent with their values As I watched the rest of the diary, the more I remembered what was happening at that time, I felt an awkward disconnection. He looks unfamiliar.

The floor goes to the kitchen, gets a glass of water and returns to the room. It felt like my whole body was bleeding into my brain. It felt that hot and I needed something to cool down. A cold drink soothes me. I looked at the monitor for a moment and sat down on the bed holding a notebook on my desk.

“I wonder if the difference between temperatures in the past and the past is so severe because of memory. ”

The woman in the white suit said her memory is getting blurry. And as I proved that, my previous life's memories were almost blurred. I only remember the thick events of my life, but I had no idea what happened in the middle and who I met.

“But it won't change that I died at 29. ”

The last memory was still clear. He was hired as a road manager by a small business and recently died. It was unclear what killed him. When I woke up, I saw a woman in a suit in front of me, and it was likely that she died suddenly while sleeping. It might ruin your ability to work as a manager while driving in the morning.

“And I met her and got a new life. ”

When I opened my eyes after a shameful death, I met a white formal woman. You walk along the beach with her and talk under a white umbrella. I heard that I could live my life again. A grandmother has given you a chance to be reborn. I didn't recall why my grandmother gave up, but strangely, three names remained in my head. It was an affectionate name for some reason, a plutocrat.

He was reborn and wrote a journal on his monitor. Why did he look forward to such a narrow accident? There must have been a lot of important things besides stability and success.

Realizing that the past behavior was in conflict with the present was reminiscent of what happened in the first grade. He committed his own crime for the unity of the theater department. At the time, he made his own actions seem unconvincing. I know what you're thinking about turning people against you, but I can't figure out why that idea was expressed. If I convinced them to be united, I solved the problem roughly with the name Efficiency. It's a pity that it's settled well. If you're so deeply moved by your feelings, you might as well have left the play. As a result, it is likely that I did not meet with Jun-min. The moment that was a sign of life, he did not think much of it. If we look at the diary, we can understand the feelings of the day a little bit. Insignia that the theater department, the people around them, are meaningless. It seemed that it didn't matter if something went wrong because it was a side effect that wouldn't make any money anyway.

“This was me. ”

There is physical evidence, so we cannot deny it. There are memories, only emotions are lost. I feel like there is an exhibition between the past and the present. Inside the exhibition, moments are captured, so you can reflect on your old self, but you can't really understand the feelings and meanings of each of them.

Is this what memories are supposed to be? Over time, are events and emotions separated so that emotions disappear and can only be interpreted in various meanings? When discussing transcendent awareness with the writer Lee Han Mi not long ago, he said that there are memories beyond the body. But when I look back on myself just two years ago, I wonder if I'm right.

Is memory that shallow? Or is something happening that you don't even know about yourself?

From my previous life, the floor reminded me of all the incidents. There were no conflicts with sugar. The past year has been fully understandable, although it often raises questions about the beginning of behavior and its choices at that time. The problem is also what happened two years ago, between the time he was just reborn and the second grade.

I looked at the words written in the notebook. There he is, who shunned challenges, shunned adventures and hated uncertainty. A wise man is there.

At the same time, there remains a man who seems desperately trying to protect something.

“What the hell was that? ”

The floor glances at the note and sighs. I don't think there's anything I can find out right now. I could only vaguely feel that there was something I longed for in the past. It wasn't knowing, it was feeling. such a signal that you can't tell if it's true or if it's a mistake.

If I could keep a detailed record of the current situation, it would be good for comparison in the future, but God did not allow it. Maru tries to write his life's memories on his notebook with a pen, but he doesn't listen as if his hand is broken either. This is why the journal records are fragmented and abstract.

God stopped him from reflecting on his life. Although private companies do not have a significant impact on society or the world, God did not permit records. What's the reason? There will be memories anyway. Is it inevitable that when others see it, they won't be able to write anything of value or of unbelievable futility, or are they simply forbidden from referring to the past?

"If the memories of my past life and my memories have changed now, there's no way to find out."

The unconscious words were something else. My back is creeped out and my eyes are wide open. With this hypothesis in mind, you have no choice but to doubt everything. It will be more than just tiring and terrible. When a memory changes while unconscious, it means that it becomes something completely different from me.

At that moment, the floor reminded me of a change in feelings that had come to it. He clearly recognized that he had become more and more friendly to others.

"Contradiction."

I have always been active and challenging. Valuing harmony with others is no different. But why, when I thought my personality had changed, did I care? That means he was a cold, uncooperative, safe human being before his personality changed.

Misconceptions are found everywhere.

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“Busy going back. ”

“I see.”

Flooring said, handing over the new semester script. A driving canteen told me there was a drink behind it.

“But is your time okay? I don't need a ride. ”

“It's okay, I'm free now. He became the team leader as well as the title. ”

“Oh, right. Congratulations on your promotion. ”

“I'd bow down, but thanks anyway. ”

The floor received a business card issued by the sick man. I used to be a team leader externally, but it was a vague position within the company and now I think I've been designated.

“But I'm done dreaming about actors. ”

“Don't fold it. We can always come back later. ”

“No, I'm done. The other day, Jules arranged an audition to check her out calmly, but it fell cool. I felt it there. I'm more of an office than an act. Now that I'm done pushing Jules, it's a good thing. ”

“If that's what you're thinking, go after the master planner. ”

“I was going to. Anyway, I had a dedicated youth department in the company, and I was in charge of it. I used to run things by myself, and now I'm stuck with the three of you. ”

“You have two men down there? ”

I smiled shyly.

“So now I'm going to spend a few days with you, alone. So you're gonna have a lot to talk to me about. ”

“I'd love to. When are you gonna shoot me in the promotion? ”

“I wondered why that didn't come out. ”

The barrel of the car starts to slow down, smiling. I arrived at the middle school, where the shooting was taking place.

“I'll be back at the end of the day after I go into the company. ”

“I'll just go when I go. ”

“This is Julius' order to get me to safety. Now you're being cared for, too. It's not easy to do two dramas at the same time. Plus school. It'll be easier to stockpile your stamina with ease of transportation. If you shoot that short drama in earnest, it'll be like going to school right after dawn. ”

“Yes, I understand. I'll see you then. ”

“Okay, good shot. ”

The floor lowered and asked a series of questions before closing the car door.

"Hey, bro. Has it changed a lot since I was a kid?"

I smiled and replied with a cold smile as I looked at him softly.

"There's a cheerful side to it."

The floor nods and closes the car door.

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It gets messy.

Maybe it's the diurnal temperature variation that's causing the sinus again.

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Chronic Hair Shortness!!!

Watch out for the flu.

These days, it seems the most dangerous.

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