December 31, 1950

Sunday – Fine and clear

In the morning, went to clean up the office.

Returned in the evening. Straightened my room a bit. Went to the baths for the first time in a while. Ate alone at a sushi shop on the way home.

Next year, I want to go to night school again.

Next year, I want to study to my heart’s content.

I cannot foresee what turns my destiny will take next year.

Next year, too, my whole life will be to act as my teacher guides me.

The twenty-second year of my youth is ending, etching in my heart its history and memories in the working of cause and effects.

To bed at 12:50.