Under our own feet---[Eng translated]

 Remember that when we were five or six, we thought the world was spinning under our feet, we were the happiest people, and we were the brightest among the other lights that seemed to be the background. We have our own palace, and so do I. A palace of happiness and truth that we call mother and father. 

Whatever they like, we love it. Whatever they hate, we do too. The pillar of truth, that's what I'm saying. Because no matter how much we find the traces and lies out there, we always find the right way back home. That's why we know it as 'home'.

To us, truth is whatever they like while fault is whatever they say "It is not a good thing to do". They always love us for who we are, even if it ends unspoken, we know; they love us more than they do to themselves. Then I turned ten, then twelve, thirteen and fourteen. The world we originally knew was slowly changing.

We begin to get to know people and realize that the real world does not revolve around our feet, but simply goes the way it should. The perfection we used to get, is all a lie. The fact that the world doesn't love you, the fact that the world doesn't accept what you are. "Why have we just realized all this time ?," we begin to wonder to each of us; "What mistakes have we made ?," But the only mistake we eventually found was that from the start we failed to grasp the concept that the real world doesn't always get what we want.
Then we who initially discover that we are everything become nothing.

We are not the only ones who shine, and the people who we know as the background slowly change into the other main characters. We doubt the light we have, and it is in these phases that we start to lose ourselves, we start looking out there who are the people who still love and accept us the way we are.

If we are lucky, we will find it. But if we are more fortunate, we will be met with other losses. It is these losses that will unconsciously help us discover who we really are; "we are the happier people in the end," take hold of that belief and start believing.

The world may never seem to be getting better day by day, people just keep coming and going ---- and again we are left with only ourselves. The shoelaces on our feet which had been neatly tied began to wrinkle and fall apart; we are only increasingly trying to run and run, whether it's for the sake of approaching a dream, or running from a reality that continues to hurt again, only you are someone who knows where your true intentions are to start this journey.

Some of the people we meet, seem to be cheerleaders when we walk, some don't like it when we are on higher ground, some just don't care, and some others support you wholeheartedly; You end up finding good and bad things according to your own standards, isn't that even more extraordinary?

Those who don't accept you end up teaching you to accept yourself more --- more than the denial they give. People who don't love you slowly give you confidence; that the more they hate, the more you should love yourself more. Even if you are repeatedly blamed, you are the only one who has the right to make sure that you are not the fault. Because you are someone who knows how you are best, other people cannot interfere with that.

We are right and wrong based on our own beliefs, We slowly become someone according to our wishes, and we belong to ourselves, even though it is not a palace or a house, we are proud of something we have succeeded in building. Ultimately, we lay the foundation for our own building, and it's fun; knowing that the same old world, which we have come to know no longer manages to injure us so easily. We have now become someone.