How can I affirm this life? Probably, if there could be "the theme of my philosophy", it must be this really "minimal" or "personal" one. It must not be any profound/sublime one like Heidegger's, Wittgenstein's, or Nietzsche's. Maybe it may belong to literature or my private belief, not a common/public one that can save/salvage anyone's life. That's not bad for me, though, because (as you already know), I'm NEVER a guru or a saint who can lead someone. I'm just a stray cat.
When I was in my youthful period, I couldn't have found any passion for anything. Even though at that period I tried to write something like articles, and even published some mini independent, "handmade" magazines with other members, that didn't satisfy my soul. Yes, in that era, like now, several "typical" charismas appealed that we should have dreams/ambitions/visions toward the future. However, that kind of "positive" opinion was too "bright" for me to follow.
How can I say yes to this life, from the desperate state, from the very bottom of my mind? At first, in my opinion (not any psychologist or teacher, but just an employee of a department store), those very wounded people need someone's approval of their existence, before those charismas' "pushing" words that move them forward.
This morning, I joined the daily English Zoom meeting. After that, I started my work at 10 a.m. At lunchtime, I found that a Facebook friend of mine shared a piece of important information that said the English word "footwork" was not so popular word among native English speakers, even though Japanese people like using this word so often. I googled it, and even asked this to ChatGPT. Oh, what a passionate, an active behavior! My passion seems not to have faded away.
Now, even though I have been in a huge "air pocket-like" empty state of my life so-called "slump", I accept that there is certainly a fire flaming... Maybe, it will lead me to another state of this life (it must have repetitive waves. When will my "Big Wednesday" come again?).
After today's work, I enjoyed reading Haruki's "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" till its third volume's beginning (in Japan, this huge, long novel has three volumes).
