Hello, reader!
I’m glad to meet you, whoever you are out there. Thank you for listening to me. It’s hard for me to express myself verbally, so I’ve decided to write. I hope we can create a beautiful connection, and maybe one day, we’ll meet face-to-face. This time, though, I’ll be the one speaking. But your thoughts matter too—just not right now.
Let’s listen to a song together for now. Foster the people – Best Friends
Hmm, it must feel strange not being able to share your thoughts, right? Let’s do this instead: open Journal No. 1 – To the Moon, Celestial Series, and let’s write. I won’t read what you write unless you choose to share it with me at the end. Don’t worry—what happens here stays here. You can keep your thoughts to yourself, and I’ll be happy knowing you have them. One day, when you look back, you’ll read them and feel joy.
Let me introduce myself. I’m Didiku, and I live in my own world, in my bubble, where I don’t want to leave—at least not for now. I feel good here. I feel a strong connection, and I want to experience it now! Not tomorrow, not next week—now!
I’ll mostly write to you about my feelings and experiences. Here, we don’t have family, friends, acquaintances, partners, pets, or anything else. There’s no wealth or poverty here! It’s just you and me, with all the wild ideas that cross our minds. And you know what? There are no limits here! This is where we let go, create the world we want, and live it fully—because we can, and we will! Remember, you’re free—free to be exactly who you want to be.
You know what? I’m really glad I’m doing this. This way, I might get to learn about you too—if you want to share, of course. Here’s how we’ll do it: as we dive into the stories, if you ever feel like you absolutely need to say something, send me an email. I’ll read it and reply privately. Just make sure to write in English so I can understand and respond.
But for now, let me tell you something. You might wonder, “Why Didiku?” Yes, it’s a bit of an odd, quirky name—someone even said it sounds Japanese. I’ll tell you about that person too, but let’s start with why Didiku and not Didi or Diana. Well, I had a group of friends back in the day, including a guy who was into rapping and used to imitate Sean Paul. You know, the singer with the braided hair? He was one of our childhood idols. The guy was talented, and we spent a lot of time together at the internet café. That’s how it was back then—playing games, chatting on mIRC or Yahoo Messenger. Mostly, it was just an excuse to meet up and chat about anything and everything. Those times were so simple, filled with quality moments.
And about the nickname—it came from that guy, a bundle of energy and positivity. I loved being around him because he always uplifted my mood. He was the kind of person who never seemed to have problems. All he wanted was to sing and enjoy life. As I think back now, I can still picture his face: braided hair, a round face with chubby cheeks, and slightly puffy eyelids that gave his eyes a gentle, hidden quality. He had a respectful, steady gaze and an unshakable confidence—not intimidating, but impressive. He was tall and solidly built, with the aura of a true rapper.
This amazing friend gave me the nickname “Didiku.” That’s the story behind it. It’s been a long time, and sadly, we lost touch. Why? Because sometimes innocent feelings develop between friends. Back then, I thought it was best to end the friendship. Looking back now, it feels foolish—breaking ties with wonderful people just because you feel something beautiful for them. I wonder sometimes how things might have turned out if we’d stayed friends. I miss him. I’d love to sing with him again, to waste time together outside.
That’s the story behind “Didiku.” But you might be curious about the “Go” part too. That’s connected to someone else, and I’ll introduce them in the next chapter—that’s where the story truly begins.
