more days at the torunka cafe – satoshi yagisawa
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That was what really made my face burn with shame. Because of me, an ambulance had come speeding down the peaceful market street, no doubt frightening all the people shopping. And then, to top it all off, I was just blithely snoring away. The agony of just imagining it was enough to make me faint.
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Ah, what an idiot I was. Look what I put these kids through. I’m not the only one who knows the grief of losing someone. I’m surrounded by people who have been scarred by losing someone they hold dear. Now I’ve selfishly gone and made them worry about me, these kids who are much younger than I am—and more delicate.
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It might sound funny, but it felt like when I collapsed that day, the evil spirit that had been lurking inside me for so long finally left my body. It was as if I’d somehow peeled away the thick layer of skin wrapped around my heart. Now I felt like I’d been reborn. Was my body trying to teach me something after I pushed it to its limits for so long? That’s how it felt.
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But I think everyone’s secretly struggling. And we’re still struggling too, even now, but it’s only because we’re still alive that we’re able to go on struggling.” Utsui laughed lightly. “When you think about it, isn’t it wonderful to be alive?”
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* acesta sensibilitate innascuta de a nu deranja si respectul pentru “ceilalti”
* subiectul “burnout” intr-o societate faimoasa pentru efectele suprasolicitarii la locul de munca
* perspectiva inversata – zbuciumul existentei ca semn de traire.
Impresie. Albastru inefabil... 