The Dialogue (28)

   As soon as I heard his voice on the phone, I instantly knew he was telling a truth. It seemed to me that his tone was strongly determined and sincere enough to grasp inside of what he was trying to say. He was somewhat desperate and pessimistic about his future by saying that "Well, I guess I'm running out of my fuel". I just perceived with a tangible stuff in mind what things went through on his mind because I had been gone to the similiar spot long time ago just like him. But I also knew he was not the one who could go a little further than that. Because if he were not ready to express about how he felt on himself in revealing a status of compromising, he would haven't told me that kind of sarcastic appreciation of his life. He was a narrator of his life based on a fair amount of objectivity.

   I was relieved when realizing the moment that I knew he was having a hard time but would get over it. I was in a mode of a kind of hesitant to say something warm and tender. And ironically, it was a little bit regret with his sorrow being solely based on own social and financial situation.

   But that doesn't mean I'm not comfortable with how he is doing lately. He is doing better and better.