Papa Wonderful 53 For you that I do not get to know. By RI Ko. 1999. Translated by Google translate 2020

Papa Wonderful
53 For you that I do not get to knowBy RI Ko1999

53 For you that I do not get to know

　I would like to send this letter to you younger years who listened to my course. However, this letter will not reach you directly because I don't know your name. This letter will appear as an essay in a small paper with my colleagues. Hope it reaches you somehow.

　You wrote, "In deep sorrow." I don't know what it looks like right now. I also wouldn't know it. Because I understand that sadness is not so easy to convey. In the Psalm of the Bible, it says, "Look at me and look up, my sadness will come from somewhere." Sorrow will come from a distance you don't know.

　Sadness is a wound. So it has to be cured over time. Like every wound. It takes time to recover from sadness. But that time is not limited to the physically flowing time. The most important thing is the time when we live one time towards what we love. When we turn time to what we love, we are spending time with what we love.

　For example, here is a small flower seedling I bought last week. It's a little weak, but if you put it down in the soil, you'll be fine. The seedlings will grow little by little due to the power they have, and will eventually bloom. At this time, the relationship between the flower and you is what you see, what you see, and that much. If so, it is no different than a single flower in a distant field.

　Is the seedling in the garden really like that? I think it's probably different. One day, you gaze at the seedling from the window. You don't have to water at this time. It will rain someday. You don't have to act.

　Still, seedlings are by no means isolated. Even more desperately when trying to hide with other flowers or behind other flowers, they will try to spread the leaves in the sun. Light comes on your window at night. The seedlings will be exposed to the light quite a bit. The piano you play shakes the twilight atmosphere. The leaves of the seedlings still take it faintly.

　And somewhere in your mind, there is a memory of the seedlings dropped in the soil. Memories give people the opportunity to live. So at some point you look again at the windowsill. One seedling triggers your action. Seedlings and you are no longer unrelated. If so. Then you could pour your love on one seedling. You can think of seedlings in a moment before going to bed at night. I wonder if the branches will grow a little tomorrow or when the flowers will bloom.

　Thus you share a time with flowers. You expect flowering in a month. One can share an unclear future with flowers. You are not the only one living in an isolated time. If you are not aware of the opportunities that many share, you will live in isolation. But with only one trigger, a person can live in time with his loved one. Do you really ask what will change? If so, I say that then everything will change. The world changes in an instant. It's not exaggeration. This is because the quality of the flowing time changes fundamentally. Instead of living alone, it is time to share the future with a single flower. Not so a while ago. Until you buy one seedling at the garden center last week. If you call it a miracle, as Kafka said, living becomes a miracle in an instant.

　Let's start by loving one cloud, as Carson McCullers said. One day, you may even reach the point where you love people. But if, as a pure state, you are lonely forever, it does not deny you the existence of love. Why. The answer is simple. Because love is not a physical being.

　Love is a being that has only direction. Can you imagine a world without direction? I can't. Suppose a person is sorrowful. A person's face is deeply aimed at the earth. Even in sorrow, people still have direction. Take all directions from you. Then you will be completely lonely. But that's probably not possible. You may despair and shake your face. Even then, you are choosing one direction. It's not a swear word or rhetoric. There is something in you that will always choose one direction. I think it is love to live.

　Love is a direction. That's why McCullers says. First, let's start by loving clouds, rocks, and trees.

　Please get well.