I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
Interpretation
Memories are beautiful yet temporary, much like the fleeting beauty of cherry blossoms.
This quote by Ruth Ozeki illustrates the transient nature of memories, comparing them to cherry blossoms and ginkgo leaves that bloom vibrantly before ultimately fading away. It emphasizes the idea that while memories can be cherished for their beauty, they are also ephemeral and will eventually be lost, reminding us to appreciate the moments we have while they last.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a graduation speech to remind graduates to cherish their memories.
People have always heard voices. Sometimes they're called shamans, sometimes they're called mad, and sometimes they're called fiction writers. I always feel lucky that I live in a culture where fiction writing is legal and not seen as pathology.
I did documentary film for a long time, and I spent a lot of time behind the camera, fervently wishing that the reality I was filming would conform to my narrative propriety. But you can't control it.
Fiction is an elemental force, which has the power to shape reality in its own image - or images, I should say - because reality, like light, exists not only as a single point or particle, but also as an array of possibilities.
What's fascinating to me is the way that multiple stories go into creating any world - a fictional world, but certainly the world that we live in as well. Of course, I cannot control that world. I can just control the fictional world.
Both life and death manifest in every moment of existence. Our human body appears and disappears moment by moment, without cease, and this ceaseless arising and passing away is what we experience as time and being. They are not separate. They are one thing, and in even a fraction of a second, we have the opportunity to choose, and to turn the course of our action either toward the attainment of truth or away from it. Each instant is utterly critical to the whole world.
The American society around me looked at me and saw Japanese. Then, when I was 19, I went to Japan for the first time. And suddenly - what a shock - I realized I wasn't Japanese; they saw me as American. It was an enormous relief. Now I just appreciate being exactly in the middle.
On the day that you were born, you began to die. Do not waste a single moment more!
Very early, I knew that the only object in life was to grow.
There is really only one way to deal with Misery. Accept her presence. Like most experiences in life, we must acknowledge the passage gracefully and let her move through our lives because she brings with her a hidden gift.
After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.
Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!_x000D_ _x000D_ You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled._x000D_ _x000D_ Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring_x000D_ _x000D_ The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.
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