At twenty-nine, I find myself thinking a lot as I approach thirty and the start of my thirties. Compared to friends enjoying happy marriages or those who’ve achieved their dreams, I feel so insignificant. At work, I’m looked down upon because I’m a contract worker, and at home, I’m pressured about marriage. I try to tell myself, “This is fine. Everyone lives like this,” but overnight, my plans for marriage and my hopes for a permanent position vanish into thin air. Spring, entering her 30s with empty hands. (Source: Naver, translated)