I had a day off. This morning, I joined the daily English Zoom meeting as usual. After that, I went to AEON to do my morning activities such as reading books and writing my English memo. However, even though I can't tell the reason why, anyway I couldn't concentrate on anything so I went to the city office without any purpose.
There, I found that the office was holding an exhibition: It told us about how mental health was important for our lives and also how each one's life must be so precious. They also tried to tell us sincerely not to commit suicide. In that city office's lobby, some chairs were there so I sat on one and started thinking about how "I" could tell someone how precious their life must be (by enjoying the ambient music Brian Eno and Roger Eno created on Spotify). It was a brilliant exhibition.
What messages can I tell others to help them, and not let them become desperate anymore? Is it possible or not? Generally, if I were so desperate and couldn't find out enough vitality to live this life anymore, messages (so literal to work for my brain) could work for my mentality enough to have any "spirit" once again to stay alive? I wrote these questions on my memo pad using English.
There was a "message board", which was gathering several people's text messages and illustrations trying to deliver their sincere/heartful ones to the desperate people. What could I write to them? I used this odd and old-fashioned brain a lot, and finally drew a picture. As you can see so easily, I am never God or a saint who can guide someone in the right direction. Instead, I can share my life as a sort of "alternative/possible one".
After that, I went back to my group home. This afternoon, I spent my time doing nothing special. I opened Haruki Murakami's "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" and enjoyed reading it for a while. Since the period when I was a college student (at the beginning of my 20s, therefore since about 30 years ago), I have enjoyed reading this "mega" novel. In my opinion, it certainly writes how several "outsiders" had to live in a sort of "empty" air pocket in this society (at least, I accept it like that). Maybe, to tell someone how life can be so important, I should spend my letters so much as Haruki has done in this novel.
