In the early March of 201I, I appreciate what I was allowed to be and strangely felt guilty of what I had been under the same open sky as today. The voices of kids playing sounded far and old. I was walking, maybe missing something.
I hatefully tried to stand up against whatever rattling us, even if it were the atonement of my guilt. I nearly collapsed under unchangeable dark sky, while the dawn was not collapsed beneath our horizon.
After the interval of nearly six years, we had another big earth quake in the sea of North West Japan today ( 2016. 11. 26 ), which fortunately caused no fatal tidal wave but some.
Anyway, we couldn’t help recalling the grief and despair of the disasters beside us all the time.
But I believe that any sacrifices never be any punishments but precious anchors to make our heart settled firmly in our earth. We can be one, however multifarious and unpredictable the lure of our collapsing could be, maybe by embracing the anchor deep in our heart.