“when you had given a bowl of rice to a beggar, it would not matter what he’d done with it. You would not think nor would you say anything if he happened to throw the rice away. You gave it to him, it’s up to him whatever he wanted to do with it. The important thing is to let go of the thought that you had given him the rice”.
My friend told me this, more than just once. Every now and then I seem to have forgotten it, but on some important situations I would come to remember it, and the coast is clear again, so to speak.
This friend had now gone, but I will remain grateful. Eternally grateful, for this, and all different things I learnt from her throughout our very short time together.
when you’re deep into unkind situation, and you’re hearing “that’s the way it is” coming out from your own lips, you know you’ll be alright. you’ll be quite alright.
hang tough, captain!
when it came to me last night, I thought to myself that had been the happiest moment of my life.
“You had me at hello.”
I was taking a nap for perhaps an half an hour, and I couldn’t believe that I dreamt exactly the same thing that was on my mind just before I fell asleep.
the event on the dream took place over the phone, and at the end of it, the phone at our house rang and woke me up.
I’m hungry.
While some news are unexpected, I know some that are not, i.e. I know them coming before I heard them.
When a not so good, but expected, news arrive, I would be all by my feet, not losing composure. Everything’s under control. Oftentimes it’s rather difficult, but sometimes it’s even more difficult to break the news to others. The last time I managed to do that, I found myself a little short on breath, my head was dizzy. Sitting by the window of the bus that would take me home, the view outside seemed so blurry. The sidewalk, the trees, the houses and buildings… the sky.
“I’ll keep on supporting you! : )”
these are friends we never have, yet they’re always there.
“Making a grave… Mama’s in a grave too. Up they go,… and down again…
Oh.. firefly’s stopped… Why do fireflies have to die so soon…
Seita, have one… Rice balls.. I made them for you… Here… have one…
You don’t want them…? It’s good… Seita, thank you…”