Soseki Natsume

felt very lonely. The end of the year, those deaths on the battlefield, senility, life’s insecurity, that time and tide wait for no man, and other thoughts of a similar nature ran around in my head. One often talks about hanging oneself.

I feel extraordinarily happy as I try to picture myself floating on this branch.

I was relieved, and I felt happy, for now I could hang myself with an easy mind.