I'm empty.
Nothing to write about my life.
Just Empty.
Most people try to find a meaning of their life.
But I can't nuderstand why they need a meaning for life.
If there was a meaning for life, so?

I don't believe people tell me a story of their life.
Have it really happen?
For example When I was a little, I went my parents home town(island) of Hirosima. Me and father and brother went fishing. It was so hot and so strong sun was there. My father and brother were wearing big straw hat.
But I didn't want to wear not fashionable country style hat. So my father bought me a new hat.

It has really happened I would say. Ask my father and brother. And I remember the hat which smells like summer.
But I'm not sure it's ture. Maybe I'm making the story.
Talking about past is all story. so I don't believe that.
Talking about future is all hope. It's not real.

1 secound before or after is not exist.
Real is just right now.
so I'm empty.