On Noticing Autumn Colors

   The focus used to be on what I wanted to, rather than what I could not. I often think there are too many things that I can not do these days. Of course, there may be some psychological contraction, but in reality, limitations are often identified.

   Physical restrictions also play a big part. The limitation of being able to do it, but not actually doing didn't require some kind of motivation to move forward when it needed. But the limitation of not being able to do requires different adaptation in a psychological sense. The difference between being able to do but not doing and not being able to do internally requires a completely different interpretation.

   Some kind of emotional core arises from disappointment and frustration. At first, it is not conveniently connected to the time of aging. A slightly different aspect develops as if I am caught with a cold and coughs, and as it accumulates, I eventually acknowledge my participation in time.

   From this point on, I have to find a mature taste, but too often I am being looked like a compelling mechanism to overcome my sorrows. Which makes me feel miserable.