I'm sorry, see you later. To the me who was there

It is raining today.

I look out the window.

Quietly, but surely

it is falling.

As I listen to the sound of the rain,

I suddenly thought.

"I wonder if that child is okay."

"That child" refers to

the muddy character keychain that appeared in an article I read on note the other day.

It had fallen on the path beside the field.

It had blended in with the mud,

and was said to be almost invisible.

It must have been someone's precious possession.
A favorite of a small child,

I wonder if it's okay.

I hope it's safe.

Perhaps we were together

wherever I went.

Perhaps I was carefully carrying around

a treasure I received from someone.

But,

why I was there

I do not know.

It's just that,

without anyone noticing,

I think there was a day I was struck by the rain.

Covered in mud,

I was there, all alone.

The person who wrote that article

as they passed by,

is said to have whispered in their heart.

"I'm sorry"

And the next day,

I chose the same path again.

"See you later."

When I read those two words,

something deep in my chest stirred quietly.

Somewhere,

I felt like I had a similar experience.

I can't remember it clearly.

But I feel like it definitely happened.

In a place where no one could find me,

a time spent enduring in silence.

Perhaps,

it might have happened to me too.

In reality,

energetic and cheerful people stand out.

People who can keep moving forward

are sometimes thought to be strong.

But,

there are also people who can notice

the small, mud-covered existence.

In the places where someone has passed by,

there are people who can stop.

I don't think

that is a weakness.

I think it is a strength,

to be able to sense what cannot be seen.

Until I read the note,

even the word HSP,

That so many people

have similar feelings

I didn't know.

To be honest,

the me from before,

thought of sensitivity

as pathetic.

But now I think.

Because it is a quiet sensibility,

there are things that can be seen.

Small pains that

someone might pass by,

I can sometimes notice.

To a mud-covered keychain,

"I'm sorry"

"See you later"

There are people who can say these things to others.

Someone who can say that,

could not possibly be unaware

of someone else's pain.

It is raining again today.

By the side of that road,

that child might be

getting rained on again.

But,

there is someone who cares.

"I wonder if that child is okay"

The very fact that you can think that,

I think it's kindness now.

And,

there are many people with such kindness,

on note.

Just that alone,

makes today,

a little warmer.

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