Time for Japan
Is this the same philosophy that drives Mexicans to make beautiful, time-consuming piñatas only to destroy them by beating the shit out of them? Because this is life: beautiful and so full of promise – but it too beats the shit out of you?
You enjoy beauty or love or quality only because they are so ephemeral? (Quality may imply that something is built to last, but the worn quality of something, its imperfection, may be part of its beauty. Is this the Japanese thinking, as was recently proposed to me?)
As an aside, I have lived and acquired weight in my soul and body, I have scars all over me from the things I have lived through. These imperfections too should tell a story that no one tells.
‘Love, like fire, can only reveal its brightness
on the failure and the beauty of burnt wood.’
« Comme le feu, l’amour n’établit sa clarté
que sur la faute et la beauté des bois en cendres… »
It’s time to plan a trip to Japan, as I have not been for almost 20 years.
Everything is imperfect and constantly in flux, changing: Japan, love, me.
Photo (c) Stephen Donaghy