I still linger on the dream I had, in which a monk told me that I had only 25 years more to live. I’ve given thought to life and death.
I have plans for my future and a fairly good deal of hope, I guess. Suppose I work hard and achieve something, but the remaining time to enjoy it is so short.
What’s the difference between now and then? Maybe life has nothing to do with achievement. Without realizing, I get influenced in a good way from someone, and I could influence someone as well. If I can encourage someone depressed through my music or whatever I do as I was encouraged, that’s more wonderful than superficial success.
I think that’s life is all about. And above all, I’m not alone…
Episode From Surviving in Japan by Hidemi Woods