The man’s phone was always left in the middle of his desk, surrounded by a mess of mugs, donut halves, tissue paper, and permanent marker pens. The wallpaper on his phone was a photo of a smiling toddler, who was the man’s new child.
The man had remarried last year, and his new wife had a child from a previous relationship. The two-year-old toddler was now the man’s son, but the man’s past was a mystery.
It was rumored that the man had been violent in his first marriage, and that was why he had gotten divorced. However, no one knew for sure. What was known was that the man had quickly remarried after his divorce, and now he was looking for a third wife.
The man’s desk was a mess, but it was a mess that told a story. It told the story of a man who was constantly moving, constantly searching for something. It was the story of a man who was never satisfied, who was always looking for something new.
The man’s phone was a window into his soul. The photo of the toddler was a reminder of the man’s desire for a family, but the mess on his desk was a reminder of the man’s restless nature.
The man was a contradiction. He was a man who wanted a family, but he was also a man who was constantly moving on. He was a man who was never satisfied, but he was also a man who was always searching for something new.
The man’s story is a reminder that we are all complex creatures. We all have desires and dreams, but we also have flaws and imperfections. We are all searching for something, but we may never find it.
But that’s okay. The journey is what matters, not the destination. The important thing is to keep searching, to keep moving forward, and to never give up on our dreams.
— hiro (@hiro_osaka_jp) July 23, 2023
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