Throughout my life, I have never truly “succeeded.”
I have simply lived—just like everyone else.
But deep inside, I always had a grand dream.
I wanted to create a world that would surpass Marvel with my own story.
But I failed.
I kept falling, standing up again, and falling once more—countless times.
And now, I am exhausted. I just want to rest.
But when I look back, I realize… that dream was never really mine.
And because of that, failure doesn’t bother me.
What I truly wanted was something else.
I wanted to give hope and love to children like me.
I wanted to take the love I received from my child and spread it into the world,
so that struggling children could feel the warmth of a soul.
If they could, maybe they wouldn’t have to wander and suffer as I did.
I wished to plant that love in the hearts of many, but I couldn’t.
So I thought I had failed.
But then I realized—I am already doing it.
Not for many, but for those I meet.
And when I see the light in a child’s eyes begin to shine, I know…
Success is not measured by numbers.
There may not be many, but that’s okay.
If just one child finds the light,
they will become the light for another.
And little by little, the world will change.
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