What We Can Enjoy


The interior of a pub near London, England. Under a low ceiling with exposed wooden beams, a variety of liquor bottles are lined up behind the bar, and a round wall clock hangs above. A woman, possibly a bartender, stands under the dim lighting, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Dance like no one is watching
Sing like no one is listening
Love like you have never been hurt before
Work like you don't need money
Live like there is no tomorrow

-Alfred D'Souza-



Inside a pub near London, England. Beneath exposed wooden beams, a variety of liquor bottles are neatly arranged on a shelf. The wall features a round clock and a framed black-and-white photo of an old building, evoking the cozy and traditional charm of a British pub.

Dance, song, love, work, and an attachment to life—Too humble to say that I’ve enjoyed them, but when I look back, They are nothing but the most precious words.

How much have I enjoyed, And how much will I enjoy?

Inside a pub near London, England. A man in a red shirt sits on a wooden bench next to a table with a pint of beer, a beanie, and bottles of ketchup and condiments. Beyond the glass-paneled door, other patrons are seen conversing, creating a warm and quiet atmosphere.

What are you worrying so much about?


Interior of a traditional pub near London, England. Thick wooden beams are exposed across the low ceiling, and under the warm lighting, patrons gather in small groups, chatting. On the left stands a woman in a white padded jacket. The overall atmosphere is cozy and rustic.

Are those people, in their many thoughts and forms, dwelling in times filled with dance, song, love, work, and attachment?


Interior of a traditional pub near London, England. Exposed wooden beams run across the low ceiling, and patrons are seated at tables, enjoying meals and conversation. In the foreground, a table holds bottles of ketchup and mustard along with napkins, all softly lit by the warm, cozy lighting.

I am reminded of that bald man sitting in a worn-out pub, with a glass of beer in front of him, lost in his worries.



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