It struck me today as I left the military base where I work, that in my evident unhappiness & drooping face, who or what would finally provoke tears but a Japanese gate guard speaking to me?
There’s no need to give a detailed background on all this. The ship is quite miserable, and I was sleep deprived from watch, and hungry, before anyone ever began to really trouble me. Rain began to fall quietly with my mood— and steadily.
And no one cares, perhaps, except that Japanese gate guard (for whom I pray the rewards of compassion), and nature.
I will write so much more, I think, when I am free from the charge of mutiny or disrespect, &c., on the foul officers who are hurting my friends and me.
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Revelation
I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive forevermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.
(He has the keys to free us.)
A clear horizon — nothing to worry about on your plate, only things that are creative and not destructive… I can’t bear quarreling, I can’t bear feelings between people — I think hatred is wasted energy, and it’s all non-productive. I’m very sensitive — a sharp word, said by a person, say, who has a temper, if they’re close for me, haunts me for days. I know we’re only human, we do go in for these various emotions, call them negative emotions, but when all these are removed and you can look forward and the road is clear ahead, and now you’re going to create something — I think that’s as happy as I’ll ever want to be.
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Alfred Hitchcock’s definition of happiness via Brain Pickings (via filmcrack) |
The latest and biggest trend here in Japan seems to be boots. From Kyoto to Tokyo and the provinces in between, men are wearing boots to work in, and women are wearing boots to do everything in. On a walk today in the rain, wearing a favorite pair of Ariats, I became conscious of a lesson I’ve learned either since moving to Japan, joining the military, or living as an adult: boots rule. More to come on this subject…



