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"I've been doing only one thing all through my life.
Asking one question, "Why am I here on this planet?"
The rest of my life is just an appendix."

My friend T. K. pointed out an article I started on the old MECH website:

There must be something special on everyone's life. So is my case.
I was born in a far away country, a long time ago; in January, 1941.
Eleven months after my birth, the country went into war against almost all other countries.
I was a sickly kid. As if it justifies itself, my oldest infant memory is a room in a private hospital. There was a paper screened door. And I was lying alone in futon on the tatami mattress. Occasionally a woman showed up, sliding the door so elegantly and quietly. It was so long time ago that I can not remember she was my mother or a nurse. Time to time a doctor came in. Doctors were always male. I didn't see a female doctor till I became adolescent.
Then I remember one frosty day in the capital of the country, where I was growing up. I was pushing a toy cart or the cart was taking me, because I could barely walk.
...............(To be continued).............

She urged me to really continue.
Hmmmm..... Her idea may not be a bad one......
by musoamane | 2010-07-12 02:28 | ETC