You’re taking the funBlur
Out of everything
Making me run
When I dont want to think
You're taking the fun
Out of everything
I don't want to think at all
There's no other way
There's no other way….
Things nearly all got a bit serious. Before I left for Sunny Miyazaki I was thinking about my career, about coming back home and settling down with, you know… ‘the one’.
Wow, what the fuck was all that about huh?
Let’s break it down:
First and foremost, there is no ‘the one’, unless you’re watching a Wachowski film or an old Kung-Fu movie, ‘the one’ can be substituted by any of these phrases
☛ The one that you settled for
☛ The one that didn’t reject when you should have and now you’re too scared to reject
☛ The one you’re used to
☛ The one you managed to get the timing right with, you were both single and traveling at the same velocity at the same time
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m still a romantic; the charms of Fukuoka haven’t worn thin yet. I just understand something about romance now, its selfish and it’s fleeting.
Now those are two negative parts of a wonderful experience but they are part of it nonetheless.
This in mind I wondered when my romance with Japan would end and how. I’ve met some people who have made Japan their lives, totally letting them selves be enveloped in the culture and differences. Now I speak from experience when I tell you that that is no easy fete. It takes determination and unrelenting enthusiasm. To hand yourself over so completely to a place and way that is so foreign take to you takes love.
There is certainly a shelf life for this place and the people I encounter here, so I guess I will have to try and enjoy every moment until that fateful day comes when I no longer love life in Japan.