The typhoon went away, and it was a fine day. I worked early. This morning I did some thinking as usual. I thought about what happiness is. I won't feel that staying still and thinking only about what happiness can bring us happiness. I guess that moving as working, reading books, or writing something might make happiness clear. If I start moving my body and get it warm, then my mood gets excited. Then, while I do something with my full effort, I can feel certain happiness. I don't have to guess what is good or bad. Doing my activity with my full effort can be certain happiness I think.
Yes, happiness... but, in a way, I am happy enough. Indeed, I need money and want to enjoy romances. I have such 'boiling' material desires in my mind. Also, I still have a dream of becoming a pro writer. But, I also feel that I have already a lot of trustable readers, or in other words, reliable friends or respectable elder friends. I can see everywhere I go I have friends. On Discord, MeWe, Facebook, and the real. I can't have any interest in the kind of happiness which lets me omit the friends who treat me with love. I could find the bigger happiness more in the way I can find certain happiness now.
Suddenly, I thought that I might be able to write something for those friends, or elder friends. So I decided on the title rapidly as 'undercooled' and thought I would write about this emotion boiling in myself. After work, I went back to my group home and started writing. I hope this message would be read by Judith, the friends who I have met as members of the meeting about autism, the members I have met at the meeting for English learners on WhatsApp, and the friends on MeWe. I hope they would read this. As you know, my mind changes easily. I have to try to keep on writing (I welcome your comment as having a motivation, even if this might be not self-help).
In the evening, the typhoon might hurt my mind so I got tired and asleep soon. So I could do nothing valuable. That can happen. I would die without any success. I wouldn't become a best-seller writer, or couldn't experience any success or victory. But, in a way, I am already enjoying my success because I can write what I want to do. And also, precious readers read my writings. I can say my problems to my dear friends... I remember the past I had been betrayed by others. Of course, without the opus, I must not be able to enjoy success. I just have to write 'undercooled' more.