Victory or Defeat is Decided at the Design Stage—Continuing from Yesterday

Good morning.
This is LaLaLa, currently in the midst of trial and error.
This is a continuation of the article I wrote yesterday.
I intended to write it in the evening, but my fatigue reached its peak and I ended up passing out.

The system malfunction was sublimated into a process of complete 'upward revision (optimization).'

After taking two trains, I arrived at Sakasegawa Station on the Hankyu Imazu Line. I headed cold-bloodedly toward the reception desk of the discount supermarket in question.
I presented my bag. I opened the zipper and scrutinized the contents as if scanning data.
Cash, cards, and the medicine that is the light of my life—everything remained there without a millimeter of error, and nothing had been stolen.

While the riffraff on the internet scatter cynical noise about how 'Japan's public safety has deteriorated' or 'you can't trust others,' the robustness of this country's order (safety net) was completely proven right before my eyes. What could this be if not today's greatest stroke of luck (an increase in survival probability)?

Holding my bag tightly in my right hand, I set my course for Takarazuka Station.
Here, too, I initiate an 'upward revision' of the system. At a shop in front of the station, I ordered'glasses for PC use (short distance)'on the spot, so that I can face my computer screen every day from now on and immerse myself 100% in my beloved writing activities.

While the riffraff on the internet are being danced around by hollow copy-paste side hustles, I have updated my most important sensor (vision) to spin real words (creative work) on note and Kindle from here on out, and to seize the future one year from now. I have not a millimeter of hesitation in this investment.

The clock had passed 7:00 PM.
I slipped into the basement food section of the Hankyu Department Store. It was a battlefield where the 'redistribution of wealth' known as the pre-closing time sale was taking place. My cold-blooded eyes caught a mille-feuille pork cutlet with plum and shiso, marked with a '30% off' sticker from its original price of 580 yen.
I then moved on to 'AENA' and precisely hunted for dried plums and ingredients for snacks to replenish citric acid and neutralize the fatigue substances in my body.

At 9:00 PM, I returned safely to my operation headquarters.
I took the medicine I had risked my life to recover, and tucked the 30% off mille-feuille pork cutlet into my stomach. The acidity of the plum and shiso gradually soaked into my dried-out cells. I washed away all the day's sediment with a hot shower and collapsed into bed like mud.

At that moment, the final and greatest 'physical bug' of the day attacked my body.

My right calf suffered a 'cramp' that sounded like it was snapping.
Shooting pain. The scream of muscles being torn apart.
While being attacked by pain as if the temple that is my body was collapsing in the darkness, my brain's alert (warning light) began to shut down at an even faster speed.

'The overwhelming victory of sleepiness (sleep mode) over pain.'

While still holding onto the intense pain, I had fallen into the abyss of deep, bottomless sleep before I knew it. My brain had completely ignored the body's error signal and executed a forced shutdown.

Tuesday morning dawned.
When I woke up, my legs and lower back were certainly battered from the price of the 13km fierce battle I fought in this heat.
However, my heart is as clear as it could possibly be.

My wallet is back, my medicine is in hand, the wiring for my new glasses for creative work is complete, and my hemoglobin A1c has been governed down to '8.8'.

Whether I get the date wrong, forget my bag, or get a cramp, the grand design I have drawn in my mind—'to earn 100 million yen in one year and escape to a town where I can see the sea in a Porsche'—has not wavered by even a millimeter.

Do not be danced around on a map made by others.
Rewrite even the bugs that occur into data for growth, and cold-bloodedly dominate your own life.

Victory or defeat is already decided at the design stage.

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