I didn't completely leave this place. This is like a diary, or a box of souvenirs containing my passion for music when I was young. I still come back here often to listen to the innocent music I used to make, and I will continue to do so.
Has my life changed during this time? Yes, the good thing is that now I have become a 3D animator. I have a real job and real money. It's different from the time when I was a NEET, just staying at home composing music and dreaming of making a living from it.
However, now I no longer have free time to dream, to make happy music like before. I still sometimes wonder if this is really any good? Is being useful a good thing? Is earning money a good thing? But why am I still missing something?
Every time these thoughts come up, I end up here. It seems that music is still something that has been in my blood. Although I didn't study at all, or had someone teach me, I still compose music with my own passion.
I know I'm nobody. These lines are written only to satisfy my desire to share. I wasn't able to share this with anyone around me because they couldn't empathize. If anyone reads it, hope it doesn't make your day bad :)