Those precious moments – part 5
Are we going to dive deep into our memories, dreams, hopes and fears? Might be so but that last one is too scary and private subject to be taken to our blog agenda. But who knows. My mood is so unbalanced today.
You are talking about time & life. How you watch, like an outsider, what is happening there in the real world. How you feel you are wasting your time and your life when trying to catch up that reality with your pen. Living your own life through your written words.
That’s well-known philosophical dilemma as you know. There is you and your inner world and there is The Real World. I believe that in many cases this inner/outer polarity generates great art. I feel the same as you. Many times I’ve thaught that I’m living in a wrong place in a wrong time. Like I don’t fit here where I am now. There is always that unexplained longing to experience something more, to live somewhere far away from this place, to feel that you are finally at home, to be Happy.
These thoughts lead us to this quite heavy question: What actually makes me love Japanese culture? If I have had some pints I can easily tell you that in previous life I was living in Japan. That’s why Japan attracts me so strongly. There must be more reasonable explanations for that but this is the easiest one. Well, maybe I tell another one. I think we, after all, have many common charasteristics between Japanese and Finnish people. In a way we both love simplicity. In a way we both are also reserved. And so on.
When you listen to any kind of music, you want to make your life more bearable. You get kicks from that music. You can become a member of a music tribe and feel kind of unity. I’m a member in many tribes. Most important for me is at this moment The Tribe called Berryz. Music can make you stronger. It can ease your pain. It can even get you in the fighting spirit. Music is more than just music.
When I listen to Japanese pop and rock I slide in to this state of mind that could be called “Almost there”. As I wrote in the begining of this blog: Memories, dreams and hopes. They are all there. Another reality that is still a dream for me but real life for those people living there in far away land.
Zush
[to be continued]
