March 15, 2014

Trouble




Somewhere in the outskirts of Tokyo, a fallen man tries to drown his sorrows in a bottle of sake, not being aware that sorrows are quite good at swimming and do not drown. Oh, they might disappear under the tides for a bit, they soon resurface. The man who boards a plane to Paris to get away from his troubles finds his troubles there to greet him at Charles de Gaulle airport. Those troubles follow us around like a shadow, they turn up like a bad penny. Perhaps it is not the troubles that are so troublesome, but the methods we use to try to make them go away. It is tempting to try to run away from our woes, but the best way to deal with them is to do it right here and right now.

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