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| I just finished watching Lost in Translation again, and boy that movie is dope. Besides the fact it portrays the Japanese as gaijin in their own environment, I liked the sights and sounds used to illustrate life in Japan. I won't really get into the film, but perhaps, what thoughts it may have triggered.
For starters, marriage is an absolute joke. Well, I'd love to believe in marriage and all that it stands for, but I'm not sure if we're wired for it. We all have different definitions of it, and yet are supposed to understand the complexities of someone else through marriage? I get that by devoting ourselves to someone, we give ourselves a better chance to understand who they are and how they define marriage, but is it really possible to find the person you're supposed to marry?
Of course I thought about my time in Tokyo and how wonderful that experience was. Japan was tremendous and I'll hold my memories of it close to heart, but it truly isn't home. I escape to Japan everyday because it is foreign, and everything about it escapes my comprehension. I guess I could say the same about New York and its capitalist ways, but I have the tools at hand to figure it out with a little more precision. There are politics in everything and consumerism in Japan like there is in the states, but with the added confusion language brings. | | |
| So our eyes locked for what appeared to be ten seconds and I didn't have an impulse -not one- to do or say anything. Before our eyes met, I thought to myself that she was very striking, but again, no inclination to go beyond looking. I often hear that we must make the most of every moment because we never know if it'll be our last, but how accurate is that statement? Now, does it mean that if we find someone pretty or beautiful we should approach them because it may be the last person of interest? Or does it mean living every moment to the best of your ability? Meaning, are we trying to be the person we aspire to be at all times, or should we live life lawlessly and do whatever we desire for instant gratification? I guess for myself, I'd rather know that I tried to be the best me and didn't give into lust and desire because I believed that the end was near. If living life for lust was in fact the best thing for us, could that always be our excuse for reckless behavior? I'm not saying that trying to meet some random woman on the train is reckless or even held so highly, but how many beautiful women are there? Should one approach all of them because we may not know, or should you hold out until it becomes somewhat obvious that she's just as into the prospect of you two dating as you are? I'm not sure which I prefer, but believe that I've tried both and neither one seems to have resulted in success. | | |
| As of late, I've had some difficulty in letting go of past experiences. I wonder if it's my lack of interest in the present, or a mere fascination with the past. For some reason, I can't shake my fantastic experiences studying in France and living and working in Japan. Honestly, who in their right mind would dream of letting go of such experiences? Well, what if they prevented you from truly capturing the present? | | |
| I've decided to take a short break from work and write what's on my mind. I had lunch today with some friends and the discussion led to deep thoughts and reflection. I began thinking about our roles in life and our roles in the world. Do the two coincide, or are they two different approaches to living? If I ponder about what my role in life is, I might say that it's to see happiness at ANY cost. However, if I reflect on my role in the world, I might say that I have to do my part to leave things better than how I found it. | | |
| Today, I awoke like I normally do: eager to be productive. However, most days you're extremely eager to be positive and productive, something happens and your whole day is derailed. I won't get into exactly what happened today, but I can assure you that it wasn't anything major; just my reaction that caused some confusion. I left my house this morning rather confused with the prospect of "living". I understand that life reveals more to you as times passes, but when -and how- does an idealist become a cynic? Why does life become such a game? What I mean is: why do folks feel the need to talk about what kind of person they are, and live the life of a completely different person? I strongly believe that our interactions with others are moments to seize; moments to prove that we are who we say we are. It seems that most of us are successful at being ourselves when the world is perfect, but when we come across adversity, we lose shape. I leave you (or rather myself, since those that read this have moved on) with this question: Who are you, when you're not being who you say you are? | | |
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