The biting morning chill that used to catch my breath has passed, and I can truly feel the weather has warmed up. On a Sunday, when even the staff has the day off, I find myself bustling about alone. Contemplating various recipes, I cook whatever I'm craving, fill my stomach, wash the dishes, and scrub the surroundings clean. If I don't do it, who will?

Just a few months ago, I was always walking the golf course on Sunday mornings. Now that my interest has waned, the thought doesn't even cross my mind. Though I suppose I'll find my way back to it again someday!

Time flows of its own accord if you just leave it be; there is no need to urge it forward. Nor is there any need to desperately struggle to hold it back. It moves slowly or swiftly on its own terms. As I watch the time pass, before I know it, the day has slipped away and it is time to seek sleep. And when I open my eyes in the morning, I offer my thanks to some unknown entity. The very concept of time will surely vanish the moment I do!

Time spent alone brings back memories of the path I have traveled. Long-forgotten connections abruptly surface, stirring my dulled emotions, yet I am left with nothing but indifference—brushing them away like a fly. What is past is past; it can never return, and thus, it can no longer cause any ripples in my present.

Even this moment we call 'now' is already in the past tense. Because it has already slipped by... Reality exists only in that exact split second. And that split second has already become the past!

Perhaps that is precisely why we feel such an overwhelming sense of emptiness when we finally achieve a goal. While we are sprinting toward it, we possess a future; but the moment the goal is achieved, that future ceases to exist. That must be why the void comes rushing in.