The non-stop run, like a long marathon, was over. I achieved everything I set out to achieve, and I could accomplish whatever I wanted to achieve.

I'm sad to admit it... It felt empty, but not so bad. Maybe I was someone who could live a pretty "human life."

I don't think I was proud of my own life, but... I think I had at least enough passion to be able to say with certainty, "This is my life." But now even that energy has been completely exhausted.

Simply put, …