I sit in the middle of a pile of knots, feeling confused.
I untie the knots, as much as possible.
I have tied the knots for three years in a row, and now
I blame myself for all the problems that have occurred in the world.
I try to untie the knots
The knots which I tied myself, The knots which tied by others.
The knots that were sometimes tied to open other knots.
Knots that were sometimes intentional and sometimes unintentional.
In any case, my intention is to do my part in opening them.