Today is my husband’s birthday.
Watching the way he lives brings me deep wisdom and happiness.
He was so excited, talking about his birthday gift—CDs of power metal or heavy metal (reign of terror by wild dogs)—and was joyfully torn between the two. Seeing him give time to what he loves is really cool. To me, it’s a true form of beauty.
He loves my son and me with all his heart—as if we are his very blood and breath. He cares for us so deeply.
My son finds him incredibly cute and funny. I said “no” out loud always, but in my heart, his cuteness only grew beyond words.
I spoke with a few clients today.
It amazes me—how we humans can speak the same language, live in the same city, and meet once or twice a week, yet truly understanding each other can feel like walking toward the sky… there’s no clear path, no visible route.
Then I realized: there can be good words, good talent, and good people—but if the timing is off, if those things appear in the wrong time and space, even the best can turn into chaos. Nothing fits. Nothing lands.
My mind feels unsettled. My heart feels like it’s filled with CO₂—heavy, unclear, breathless.
I think… some people are just not meant to meet—at least not always, but only once in a long while.