Be a woman standing on the street near this hangout

“There was a girl on the street who looked a lot like you, and I thought she was you, so I tried to talk to her. But she wasn’t you.”

For my part, I tried to make my little failures as funny as possible, but she wasn’t interested in my failure stories at all.
In short, there was a woman standing on the street near this hangout. I could only see her back, but her brown hair ran down the middle of her back.

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Are we irreplaceable?

do we know that we are
In other words, who knows who you are? No one knows that.
Because it doesn’t matter if you replace yourself with someone else. The important thing in every aspect is that someone exists, and there is no reason why it has to be you.

In addition to her hair features, a denim skirt and a gray sweatshirt. I thought that person was her. For some reason, the person’s back looked lonely.
When I approached her and tried to speak to her, I realized she was a middle-aged woman. She felt like someone’s mother.
Of course, I couldn’t have a further conversation with the woman. She was licking ice cream without a spoon when I visited this hangout.

How should we pursue ourselves?

Therefore, we should not pursue us. What we should do is recognize who we are.
As long as that someone is fun, capable, and helpful, that’s enough. that’s not what you should know.

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“I mistook that middle-aged woman for you.”
She wordlessly finds a spoon and brings her chunk of ice cream to her mouth. Hey? she says nothing
Even so, the woman who was standing on the street just now looks a lot like her. I remembered that her mother lived near here.

That’s all for today’s post. Thank you