BGM: Fishmans - 新しい人
Every morning I try to write my journal like this, but recently I find that I can't write anything good as it. So, once I wrote on Facebook that "I might not be able to write anymore". Yes, I exactly thought that I would stop writing my journal anymore. That's sad, but it can happen... I once decided so.
But, at the other hand, I think of the dear readers, and my friends. They would feel sad... I remembered this. I had kept on writing my strange days steadily. I even wrote my shameful events, and my pitiful past memories. For example, I had fallen in love, enjoyed my work with my job coaches, tried to cook rice to live a healthy life, and more...
So I finally decided this. I can't write as long as I had done in the past days. I try to write more briefly. Maybe it won't become the "ordinary", "normal" journal. It could be a cluster of short things I had written on my memo pad. Or it could be a review about the books which aren't still translated into English. In other words, I will write my article more freely. Indeed, that doesn't make sense to be called as "a journal". Sorry for that...
Today, I worked early. After that, I had an online meeting on ZOOM with my friends. The purpose of that was to build our autism group's website. We discussed various opinions actively and honestly. I guess we will be able to show our one to you at the end of 2023 (but of course, it might go later). I was really impressed. When these members and I had met each other, we couldn't have expected that we would last our group for eight years.
Oh... what a life. I once had believed that I would die at my 40, the age Kafka (the writer I really respect) had passed away. Now I am 48, and it seems that my life started at that age. Recently I am having an interest in Ryuichi Sakamoto's autobiographies, and also his honest fragmental sketches. How can I look back at my strange life? I have loved three women, and also learned a lot to survive my life happily...
