I worked late today. This morning, I joined an English meeting on Zoom. There, we discussed how we can think naturally in English. When I started writing my ideas in English on my memo pad, TBH, it was not so easy; therefore, I had to translate my own from Japanese to English awkwardly. However, probably thanks to the practice I have done, I have become more fluent than once. Always, this serial meeting every morning certainly lights my inner fire certainly enough to motivate my English learning.
After that, I went to AEON as usual. There, I started reading Michael Sandel's book "The Tyranny of Merit" for a while, but probably because I had used my head too hard, I started feeling a strong apathy in the middle of reading. So I had to stop reading. For about an hour, I did nothing special but just tap my smartphone randomly to access Twitter while listening to 90s hip hop such as Beastie Boys.
Of course, Sandel's book has been very provoking for me to think about how I am living this life actually from the terrible past to the beautiful future. It tells me about my current state/situation (for example, the fact I have graduated from Waseda and joined the current company, and so on) could have come from various outer factors besides the certain efforts I have made. I accept this theory as a very "appealing", actual one.
On LINE, a friend answered my English post about the relationship between language and identity. As I have written once in this journal, I posted that English seems to me as just a tool to express myself in public, not to be treated so seriously as a part of my identity even though it can consist of my personality's root so deeply (I want to tell how I can separate my identity and the languages flexibly, but it seems there must be more discussions in myself). And the friend agreed with me about that. So, my apathy has faded by that comment.
During the break time in my work, I learned several pieces of news on Twitter (a friend started a terrible argument with someone and it made me sick. Also, I was shocked that Quincy Jones had passed away). I needed to draw a certain "boundary" between the world and me to protect myself, even though I respect Quincy Jones honestly.
