Like a Prodigal Returned Home

n our current time, people are greedy for money, fame, and lust, and we often find ourselves at the mercy of other people’s desires and our speed-centered society. At first, like most people, I was tired of my drab life, so I too pursued pleasure, but I felt empty. By accepting the repetitive life, I come to a tranquility of mind. Now I am ready to face my life.

By writing poetry, I have gained the wisdom to overcome difficulties, and I want to describe the process of finding delight in doing so.