Another week has gone by all of a sudden. The first third of July is already behind me. Time seems to move faster and faster these days. I can’t help but miss all the great moments that have already passed, leaving me wishing I could hold on to them just a little longer.

Week 27 was marked by constant rain, and I fell ill, likely due to the weather or my prolonged stay indoors. It’s been a while since I was really sick and didn’t recover after three days of healthy eating and paying extra attention to my body. So I ended up going to the clinic and getting some medicine. Thankfully, I felt much better after just one day of medication.

But getting sick and feeling unhealthy was still the low point of my previous week. Health is vital to me, as it not only gives me energy but also makes me feel safe and secure.

I know everybody gets sick. It’s like death, something that inevitably comes to all of us. Still, every time I get sick, I’m reminded how fragile I really am.

The whole last week was not as productive.

Letting the Rain Become Part of the Journey

Luckily, I felt better by Saturday. So even though it was raining on and off, I still decided to go hiking with my friends. Saturday became the highlight of my week.

It wasn’t raining too heavily, but it never really stopped. Not long after we got into the woods, all my clothes were completely soaked.

I used to hate wearing wet clothes. But somewhere along the way, I stopped resisting it and simply accepted it.

The woods were foggy, like a dream. The summer breeze felt wonderfully refreshing against my wet clothes and sweaty skin by the end of the hike. We went to a mountaintop pool. The owner said it would have been amazing without the rain because we would have been able to see the sunset. But honestly, I didn’t mind.

The fog, the rain, and the quietness made the place beautiful in their own way.

I hadn’t gone swimming since returning from my annual trip. Jumping into the water from the slide felt both terrifying and exciting at the same time. Sometimes doing something that scares you a little is exactly what reminds you that you’re alive.

Afterwards, I took a quiet walk around the small mountain village. The place isn’t even outside my city, yet everything felt completely different from my everyday life.

Paying More Attention to Ordinary Moments

As I started documenting my weekly low note and high note, I started to capture more of life’s glittering beauty.

I’ve realized that this simple habit has quietly changed the way I look at my days. I pay more attention now. I notice more.

A rainy forest. A foggy mountain. A scary jump into cold water. A peaceful walk through a quiet village. These moments would have slipped away if I hadn’t stopped to notice them.

I don’t think anybody can cherish life enough. The more I pay attention, the more grateful I become for the life I’m living. Even during those low moments in my life, I genuinely feel that my life is truly worth living.

Until next time~