Even if I just bask in the sunlight, the microorganisms living on my skin will die.
It’s impossible not to harm a single life.
I have to choose whom to help.
It’s impossible to help everyone.
Humans are not perfect.
We are bound to make mistakes and errors.
Should I be discouraged because a black dot appeared on a clean white sheet?
Should I give up thinking, “This life is wrong”?
I would like to switch to a new sheet, but it’s impossible.
The only one I have is this single sheet given to me.
Then, how about using those dots
to draw my own picture?
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