As someone from Generation Y, I’ve lived through pagers, cassette players, dial-up internet, flip phones, smartphones, and the explosion of the digital world. I often find myself wondering: What has changed the most between my parents’ generation and mine? For me, the answer is simple. Love. The generations before us worked hard to build a better society and create a better life for their children. As one of those children, I was fortunate to grow up in a world full of opportunities and abundance. But somewhere along the way, something changed. We struggle to understand our parents’ generation, just as they struggled to understand us. And now, many of us find ourselves struggling to understand the generation after us. Love used to feel patient, enduring, and deeply rooted. Today, it often feels faster, lighter, and easier to let go. That doesn’t mean today’s love isn’t real. I believe it is. But perhaps that’s why old films and old love stories still move us so deeply. People have always desired what they couldn’t easily have. Now, almost everything—including relationships—is more accessible than ever. I can’t pretend I’m untouched by this change. I’m just another person being carried along by the current of this era. I’ve stopped searching for a perfect definition of love. These days, I try to live more freely, wanting less, feeling passionate about some things while remaining strangely detached from others. What concerns me even more is how the meaning of responsibility seems to be fading. Responsibility toward love. Toward ourselves. Toward our work. Toward our family and friends. I’m fascinated by this new world. And at the same time, I can’t help but worry about it.

Over the past decade, I’ve collected many quotes from novels I’ve read. Here are a few that have stayed with me: “Whenever someone speaks of greatness, I become cautious. I fear I might be the price of that greatness.” “Demanding that others live by your standards is already asking a lot. Demanding that the world live by your standards makes you a tyrant without realizing it.” “Sometimes what I see as right is only one side of a mistake. Sometimes what I see as wrong is merely the shadow cast by something right.” “When wrongdoing stands before us, silence becomes complicity, and indifference becomes participation.” “The weight of sinking hearts is a burden carried by those who choose to climb upward.” “Those who love me will seek to understand me. Those who hate me will search my explanations for new reasons to hate.” There is a saying:‘Justice lives in people’s hearts.’ But if justice remains only in people’s hearts,does it truly exist at all?

This morning started with a small disaster. As soon as I arrived at the office, I spotted a huge cockroach. My soul practically left my body. I stood there for a moment, trying to decide whether I should be brave and deal with it. In the end, I failed to gather the courage, and the cockroach made a successful escape. After work, I headed to the gym and pushed myself to my limit. The workout was intense, and by the time I got home, I was completely drained. After taking a shower, something unusual happened. I fell asleep. Not just for a few minutes, but for more than an hour. Normally, I never sleep outside of my regular bedtime. Naps are pretty rare for me, especially on a normal weekday. But I’ve been feeling more tired than usual lately, and I guess my body finally decided it had enough. When I woke up, I felt surprisingly refreshed. Maybe that nap was exactly what I needed. It’s funny how sometimes we don’t realize how exhausted we are until our body forces us to slow down and rest. Today wasn’t particularly exciting, but it reminded me that recovery is just as important as effort. Good night.

Today, I was surrounded by a strange sense of boredom. It was one of those rare days off, yet by the end of it, I felt like I hadn’t really done anything at all. After finishing my workout in the morning, I planned to go for a bike ride. Unfortunately, not long after I left, it started raining. Since cycling was no longer an option, I found a coffee shop, settled in with a book, and spent most of the afternoon there until it was time to head home. Objectively, it wasn’t a bad day. I exercised, spent time reading, and enjoyed a quiet afternoon. But for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should have done something more. Maybe that’s the downside of staying busy all the time. When a rare day of free time arrives, it’s easy to feel guilty for not being productive enough, even when you’re already doing things that are good for you. The strange thing is that rest itself is doing something. Reading a book in a coffee shop on a rainy afternoon doesn’t sound very exciting, but perhaps that’s exactly what I needed today. Even so, that lingering feeling of wanting to do something, yet not knowing what stayed with me all day. 🤒 Good night.

I woke up to the sound of rain again this morning. After getting dressed, I headed out feeling a little tired and stopped by McDonald’s for breakfast. After eating, I realized I had forgotten to bring my water bottle. As I started heading home to get it, I suddenly thought, maybe today should be a rest day. I’ve been feeling more fatigued than usual, and I didn’t want to risk an injury by forcing myself through a workout. Sometimes the smarter choice is knowing when to slow down. Back at home, I watched the Knicks play the Spurs. The second half was incredible. Watching the Knicks fight their way back into the game had my heart racing, and the comeback victory was absolutely thrilling. Later in the afternoon, I got back to work. Something unexpected happened today—an old client I hadn’t worked with in over a year reached out and invited me to participate in a new project. I felt genuinely honored. Moments like that remind me that even when you’re busy focusing on the next task, the work you’ve done in the past can continue to create opportunities for you. Work is a strange thing. It can be stressful, frustrating, and exhausting at times. Yet somehow, it can also be deeply rewarding and meaningful. Maybe that’s why we keep doing it. Good night.