A Materialistic Existence
Allow me to delve deep within the profound expanse of my recollections;
I can recall that I have always been a gentle man.
Above all, I was burdened with a sensitive soul,
One that wishes only to be left alone, in peace.
I carry no genuine preoccupations in this life,
And wish only to indulge in my writings.
The pursuit of the material is one that does not concern me.
The cycle I have observed is monotonous, shallow, and meaningless…
It seeks merely to fill a void. This cycle is that of life,
And I wish to break free from the monotony, which has grown tiring.
The emotional emptiness one so often feels,
Stems from the pursuit of material possessions.
However, I am not burdened with such a meaningless existence.
I have invested my soul in the pursuit of the arts,
And my passions do not die,
And my soul is not dead,
As those of many others are…