BTS short story collection

Piece | Paradise

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42.195 It wasn't enough to satisfy me. And even though I felt bitter and hurt just looking at that one thing, I ran despite the pain.



"This is good enough"

"The records turned out well, so let's rest a bit."



As I ran, I forgot what my dream was, what I was running towards, why I was running at all. I just kept moving forward, and I found myself facing a sense of futility.



It's okay to stop. There's no need to run for no reason, right? Whatever my dream is, whoever I become, as long as I can be happy, my dreams don't matter. Like a paradise where nothing disturbs me. Every breath I take is already in paradise.


They say you have to become famous, they say you have to become a light. What's a dream? Even dreaming in bed is a dream. Just be whatever.


But the world says you have to keep running to find happiness. For me, living like this, surviving, this is a small dream. Sometimes, dreaming, holding onto dreams, even breathing, is a struggle. No matter what, I have to make the decisions.



My final retirement race. Ending this foolish race. Happiness isn't about my records, but about doing good things. Why don't I realize it now? The words that define me aren't running or records, but dreams and hope.



All the words that make me up are in paradise.
























Should I upload pieces like this sometimes?