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UNDER A BREATH

“Let’s stop now”
I don’t remember when started to hear a breathe sounding clearly like a voice.

When I gaze into my own heart, I am realized an anxiety is made root like a small spot. I haven’t special idea about it. Being under daily works, I haven’t in my mind such existing small anxiety, but, at the parting day, I sometime suffer of an anxiety with the clouds in the sky looking up without intention. Sometime I feel real sadness hearing from far the voices of boys’ baseball team on training. Even the sun has set already, when see the firmer continues working at the outfield bending his head, his back hurts me sometime to embrace. Is my sentiment at the final stage of the life? “Is already enough?”
I don’t remember when started to hear a breathe without sounding clear like a voice. Receding from the single-minded step, the years had passed. I tried to elude from the impatience caused to be the single-minded. However, the sadness and the anxiety settled in my heart as replacing the impatience.
As long as the human being is the living thing burdened with the life, it will be impossible to elude from this sadness and anxiety. I think saddling burdensome, but I feel not so bad. It makes me arouse something lovely the world. Now, I am getting 58 years old.

I don’t remember clearly whose words saying “the earth also a star keeps the same sadness and anxiety.” This fellow is likely to have 46 hundred million years old in this year.