my favourite sentences...


You can hide memory, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

It was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away and disappear in front of our own eyes.

Words don't come out when you're deeply hurt. That's why people keep silent and give no explanation. Yet, Murakami once wrote in his novel, 1Q84, "If you can't understand without an explanation, you can't understand with an explanation." Sometimes, people tend to not wanting to understand things instead of wanting to understand things. In short, they tend to ignore the possibility of trying to understand things.

do you know what makes life interesting?
--> it's interesting because we don't know what the future holds for us. don't blame the fate. we decide our fate, it's our choice. we can't choose where to be born, but we can certainly choose the way we live our life...

the life is yours, why bother asking other people to paint it for you?...

when we're small our word has never been counted; when we're big every word has always been counted...

i may not be able to wait thirteen months for you, nor until you are twenty-five, but i can wait for you a lifetime -- Under the Hawthorn Tree by Ai Mi

waiting, though one minute, it's still unbearable...

death doesn't mean that we are no longer existing. death just means a move to another world...

why can parents wholeheartedly sacrifice everything for the happiness of their children, even their life? but why can't their children, whom they give birth to, do the same thing to them? what power is it that encourages them to do so?....

the thing i'm most afraid of is ME. of not knowing what i'm going to do. of not knowing what i'm doing right now.

people always meet new friends. but they should not forget their old friends. because without your old friends we don't have a chance to meet new friends. the memories with our friends will be there forever in our brain. we can't omit it though time passes.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Chance Encounter


“I want to ask you something, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I just feel like asking. You won’t get mad, will you?”
“No, I won’t get mad.”
“It’s kind of a strange question, but I don’t have any ulterior motive in asking it. I want you to understand that. I’m just a curious person. But some people get really angry about these things.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t get angry.”
“Are you sure? That’s what everybody says, and then they blow up.”
“I’m special, so don’t worry.”
“Did you ever have then experience of having a man do funny things to you when were little?”
“No, I don’t think so. Why?”
“I just wanted to ask. If it never happened to you, fine. Anyway, have you ever had a lover? I mean, someone you were seriously involved with?”
“Never.”
“Not even once?”
“Not even once. To tell you the truth, I was a virgin until I turned twenty-six.”
“A beautiful woman like you? I can’t believe it.”
“I just wasn’t interested.”
“Not interested in men?”
“I did have one person I fell in love with. It happened when I was ten. I held his hand.”
“You fell in love with a boy when you were ten? That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“So, where is the boy now? What’s he doing?”
“I don’t know. We were in the same third- and fourth-grade classes in Ichikawa in Chiba, but I moved to a school in Tokyo in the fifth grade, and I never saw him again, never heard anything about him. All I know is that, if he’s still alive, he should be twenty-nine years old now. He’ll probably turn thirty this fall.”
“Are you telling me you never thought about trying to find out where he is or what he’s doing? It wouldn’t be that hard, you know.”
“I never felt like taking the initiative to find out.”
“That’s so strange. If it were me, I’d do everything I could to locate him. If you love him that much, you should track him down and tell him so to his face.”
“I don’t want to do that. What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.”
“Destiny. A chance encounter.”
“More or less. That’s when I’ll open up to him. ‘The only one I’ve ever loved in this life is you.’”
“How romantic! But the odds of a meeting like that are pretty low. And besides, you haven’t seen him for twenty years. He might look completely different. You could pass him on the street and never know.”
“I’d know. His face might have changed, but I’d know him at a glance. I couldn’t miss him.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“So you go on waiting, believing that this chance encounter is bound to happen.”
“Which is why I always pay attention when I walk down the street.”
“Incredible. But as much as you love him, you don’t mind having sex with other men – at least after you turned twenty-six.”
“That’s all just in passing. It doesn’t last.”
“Sorry if this is getting too personal, but did something happen to you when you were twenty-six?”
“Something did happen. And it changed me completely. But I can’t talk about it here and now. Sorry.”
“That’s perfectly okay. Did I put you in a bad mood asking all these questions?”
“Not in the least.”
“Are you afraid, though?”
“Afraid of what?”
“Don’t you see? You and he might never cross paths again. Of course, a chance meeting could occur, and I hope it happens. I really do, for your sake. But realistically speaking, you have to see there’s a huge possibility you’ll never be able to meet him again. And even if you do meet, he might already be married to somebody else. He might have two kids. Isn’t that so? And in that case, you may have to live the rest of your life alone, never being joined with the one person you love in all the world. Don’t you find that scary?”
“Maybe I do. But at least I have someone I love.”
“Even if he never loved you?”
“If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.”
“You’re amazine, the way you can put this in such a philosophical perspective.”
“I’m not being philosophical. I’m just telling you what I honestly think.”
“I was in lvoe with somebody once. Right after I graduated from high school. The boy I first had sex with. He was three years older than me. But he dumped me for somebody else right away. I went kind of wild after that. It was really hard on me. I got over him, but I still haven’t recovered from the wild part. He was a real two-timing bastard, a smooth talker. But I really loved him.”
“He still calls me once in a while, says he wants to get together. All he wants is my body, of course. I know that. So I don’t see him. I know it would just be another mess if I did. Or should I say my brain knows it, but my body always reacts. It wants him so badly! When these things build up, I let myself go crazy again. I wonder if you know what I mean.”
“I certainly do.”
“He’s really an awful guy, pretty nasty, and he’s not that good in bed, either. But at least he’s not scared of me, and while I’m with him he treats me well.”
“Feelings like that don’t give you any choice, do they? They come at you whenever they want to. It’s not like choosing food from a menu.”
“It is in one way: you have regrets after you make a mistake.”
It’s the same with menus and men and just about anything else: we think we’re choosing things for ourselves, but in fact we may not be choosing anything. It could be that everything’s decided in advance and we pretend we’re making choices. Free will may be an illusion. I often think that.”
“If that’s true, life is pretty dark.”
“Maybe so.”
“But if you can love someone with your whole heart – even if he’s a terrible person and even if he doesn’t love you back – life is not a hell, at least, though it might be kind of dark. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Exactly.”
“But still, it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.”
“You may be right. But it’s too late to trade it in for another one.”
“The exchange window expired a long time ago. And the receipt’s been thrown away.”
“You said it.”
“Oh, well, no problem. The world is going to end before we know it.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“And the kingdom is going to come.”

“I can hardly wait.”


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