I sadly have forgotten almost everything I’ve studied in Japanese. This year I want to change that, but somehow it seems difficult than ever.
One of the things I loved the most about Nikko was the Jizo statues in a snowy (and kind of lonely) road.
The Jizo statue is a representation of bodhisattva Jizo Bosatsu, the guardian of travellers, but also children and mothers. They have red bonnets and scarves offered by people so they don’t feel cold, and bibs so they don’t get dirty with the food offerings.
I loved the way they look and it amazed me how even with the statue reduced to pebbles, the bonnet and the scarf was still there, meaning someone kept putting it there, no matter how much time has passed.
They all looked different, some relaxed, some with a shy smile, some even seemed worried about something.
A silent street in Tokyo.
No matter what, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.
Worries and sadness don’t last forever.
I wish… I wish… I wish… From time to time I need to remind myself that “wishing” isn’t enough and just like that I (mentally) kick myself to do more and move more and not just wish for things to happen.
Do you ever feel like you’re always running but in the end you don’t get to catch the last train home?
Because, well… I do. It’s a tiring situation in which moving forward and getting somewhere are quite opposite ideas.