Everyone has their own hell.

Its depth is profoundly relative, so we must never underestimate someone else’s sorrow. What seems trivial to me might feel like towering waves to another. Just because someone hasn’t placed their hell out where it’s clearly visible, don’t make the foolish mistake of assuming their life is simply a flower garden. There is no life without hidden stories, and most personal hells refuse to escape through words—even if one doesn’t deliberately try to conceal them.

That’s why I promise and strive to be kind in all things.

We must be gentle and compassionate. We must share empathy—without expecting anything in return. Everyone who was placed here as a human is carrying the weight of their own existence. I may not be able to guarantee your paradise, but the willingness to extend courage and offer a hand freely, even this small gesture of affection can bring immense light into countless unseen hells.

What dismantles and makes us forget these hells—mine, yours, anyone’s—is always this harmless, gentle heart. Thus, let me be to you, and you be to me, a heaven where either of us can swing open the door and come in like we’re returning home.

📗 Excerpt from 『Let’s Meet in Our Paradise』