I was able to say things that I liked quite specifically, if I was interested. At least until now.

Let me list a few: I had a strong preference for certain movies. "The Great Beauty," 

"Knocking on Heaven's Door," "Josee, the Tiger and the Fish." The perfume I have worn the longest and most frequently is Creed Aventus,

I have read the book "The Old Man and the Sea" more than twenty times. I tend to think that denim is the only type of pants for men,

and I also have the notion that if a chambray work shirt isn't blue, it's better to buy a different one.

I always believed that I had a pretty clear idea of what I liked. But it doesn't always seem to be the case.

Two out of three movies that I claimed to love about ten years ago don't feel the same anymore.

It has been a while since I found a different fragrance more appealing than the one I used to consider my signature, Aventus, which I wore continuously for six years.

Moreover, the book that I adored and read over twenty times doesn't evoke the same excitement in me anymore.

I had a desire for things that would last. Therefore, around my thirties, I hoped that my current preferences would remain unchanged and deepen over time.

I genuinely believed that would happen. However, lately, I feel like I have been struggling to hold on to these changing tastes that challenge my convictions.

Even though just saying that I've liked it for a long time doesn't add depth, I think I actively ignored changing preferences in order to reinforce my beliefs.

If it weren't for that, I might have understood myself a little better than I do now.

Maybe eternal taste should start by admitting that it's right now, but maybe not later. In that sense,

I purchased a red chambray work shirt that I vowed I would never wear.

샴브레이 셔츠는 파란색 아니면 필요 없다

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