Сүүлчийн шөнө
Sometimes we have a strange thought. That at the moment we say or do something, we are saying and doing exactly that word and exactly that action. In fact, this is more of a "TRUE" thought than a nonsense. Unfortunately, it is because we do not see, feel, and understand it. We live our own path, our own story, our own rhythm of life, create, write our own autobiography, start and end, but what if in reality Baatar and Bold lived the lives of Bat? Living in exactly the same way, loving in exactly the same way, losing in exactly the same way... And thinking that this is only my life. Living a life that is dependent, dependent, strangely unreliable, yet repetitive, without even knowing it. But no. This is only my life. How can we say that? In short, our words and actions may be the same, repetitive, but the heart, the solution, and the interpretation of all that we receive are different.
