Last night one of my sister woke up and went to bring her cloths. She found there is big thundering and raining outside. She murmured for a bit loving her hanging cloths for dright on the top of the house. When she came into the room taking her cloths I began to think about the human grief. Everybody creates his grief himself. It needn't the strong cause for the grief.
In the morning I recalled her activities of the past night. But she reacted flately and almost negetively. And I concluded that my feelings are totally individual and escaping from life. It doesn't mean for another person which I felt or thought. I can't regard it as a philosophical signal. Am I escaping from life indeed ?
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