I felt as though all the toxicity that had been stored in my body for years, which had been brought to the surface by the poison in the curry, had been cleared out along with my tears.
[…]
Like many people after going through some calamity, I realized that I’d never appreciated how peaceful and precious my life had been before.
I was amazed to think, now, that I’d been going through life believing I understood anything about people, only to have nearly been killed by one of them, and then saved by several others. The whole chain of events seemed like the plot of some made-up story. Good days followed bad days.
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I’d always believed I didn’t take up a lot of space in this world—that it hardly mattered whether I was here or not.
When a person left, the people around them got used to their absence. That was true enough.
But when I pictured the world without me, and the people I loved living on in it, I couldn’t help but feel like crying.
The only thing missing from these tableaux was me, but suddenly they looked much lonelier. And even if the hole I left was only temporary, until the other characters all moved on into the unknown future, the space where I belonged suddenly seemed to harbor a rare glow. It felt as precious as trees, or sunlight, or cats I met on the street.
Astonished by this revelation, I looked up at the sky again and again. Here I was, with a body, looking up at the sky. I existed. As beautiful as the sun setting in the distance, life lived inside this, the only body I would ever have.
Different things came together, threads that were far apart suddenly joined up, and circumstances reeled me in, smoothly and inescapably.
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I was also learning that every single person in the world had been hurt by their family at some point. I wasn’t special at all—some people dealt with it well, and some didn’t, but that was the only difference, and either way, we were all nourished and cherished by our families, and at the same time limited and defined by them—that was what it meant to be human, I understood.
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I felt the silence might swallow me up, that I might disappear inside it. When I remember how small I felt then, it still makes me feel lonely.
[…]
In that moment, something so enormous and fundamental that I normally forgot its existence amid daily things and loved ones and life was trying to crush me along with the quietness. In my ignorance of what was about to happen, I went out into the darkness, defenselessly. To be shown just how small I was.
And then, suddenly, time was flowing differently than usual. It didn’t turn back, or even pause. Time simply floated open and started to expand. Time held the two of us in light, inside a space so vast it might have reached the heavens, and turned eternal.
[…]
The best words I can find to describe it is to say I felt we were being blessed.
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…iar eu am simtit in mod distinct ca mi-a fost sete de banana yoshimoto. nu dor, melancolie, lipsa, ci literalmente, nestiut, simteam nevoia de cuvintele ei pe buzele mele.
Masashi thought that Yuki was always snatching up the books he wanted to read, but apparently Yuki’s interest was also piqued by the books that Masashi chose.
Hmm, I wish I could ask him what made him pick up a book like that, she had mused.
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o carte de citit zambind. intamplari de-a lungul liniei de tren hankyu, cu personaje care se gasesc si re-gasesc, in pluri-perspectiva.
Ami, for her part, was upset that Tokié hadn’t chosen a more charming name but Tokié was unmoved. She was certainly not the type of grandmother who would go to such lengths to indulge her granddaughter.
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I see that you too like to point out when things don’t make sense. I wonder where you get that from?
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‘It’s true, winning is about believing you can win,’ said the young man with another amused smile.
‘For a girl like you, life might not be all that easy. But that doesn’t mean that you won’t find people who see you. There will be plenty of people who admire the way you handle yourself. Like I do.’
‘Wow!?’ ‘Kind of unexpected, right?’ On the roof of what at first glance seemed like a nondescript building, there was a bright red torii gate, just like the ones that mark the entrance to a Shinto shrine. ‘Huh … what’s a torii doing up there? Do you think they built a garden or something on the roof?’
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‘Also,’ and here the student’s expression became stern, ‘better to cut ties with people whose values make you uncomfortable. Otherwise, the longer you stay with them, the more you risk compromising your own values for the sake of theirs.’
When will my time come? It was thanks to the old woman, who had struck up a conversation with her on the train, that Shoko could even begin to ponder that question.
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Love means not doing the thing that the other person dislikes.
All manner of people from every walk of life – solo passengers, friends, couples, families, work colleagues – traverse the concourse at a brisk pace. But as they cross paths, the contents of each traveller’s heart are a mystery known only to themselves.
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Such a strange series of chance encounters, overlapping like Jenga pieces, even if Masashi seemed to be the only one aware they were two players in a game.
the ex-boyfriend’s favourite recipe funeral committee – saki kawashiro
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Choosing your own path instead of following everyone else is a scary thing. The more we grow older, the more we feel like time is running out. That will probably never change. Even still, I have the power to make myself happy. At least that’s what I want to believe.
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“There are people who are in need of that somebody who will come in and track down the regret, loneliness, and insecurities they’ve long buried away. There are times when they need somebody like you, who can break into people’s hearts with the vigor of a warrior brandishing a huge naginata sword.” Hozumi. When you said so… You were trying to tell me something—
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I had thought that a person’s worries were something that could simply be solved through talking to someone. Once you vent, you need to hear someone say that they understand, that they can see how hard it was for you, and that you did your best. You need that bit of support. That’s when you can finally start to feel that maybe you weren’t wrong, that everything you felt was justified.