Sun-dried Seaweed That Ended Up on the Roof

Sometimes I wonder if my small daily struggles are just like trying to dry seaweed on a rooftop in the dead of summer.
It’s a futile effort—like chasing dreams that seem just out of reach.
Today, standing under the blazing sun with my limited resources, I couldn’t help but laugh at how life feels like a bunch of mismatched tasks, yet somehow, it keeps going.
Maybe drying seaweed under the open sky is a weird metaphor for my patience growing thin but still holding on.