The ambitious

'bout: [Murakami]

Something deep gets wounded. So early and so deep, this wound gashes with blood, and continues getting opened throughout the years. He is deformed with this pain. Terrorized with it. He never again wants to feel like he did. He jumps away from it. He jumps too much. In the given circumstances he doesn’t look at his wounds with sobriety. He acts out of pain, in extremes. There he makes a cut. A cut away from his cuts. His refugee is in the will. The strength. The work. The challenges. The hardships. To go on, no matter the cost, to stay strong no matter the loss.  Its wrong, to himself. To build a character out of touch with his depth.  He lives without a heart.  Arrogant so his wounds are not felt. The motto is ‘you learn not to feel bad’, not to be down, not to feel hurt. Nothing is ever enough. Why? Because to be fulfilled you need the mind the body and the heart. So he keeps on. He tramples them. Pursues the girls, the career and everything practical. No emotions please. No romanticism. Because inside he is an idealist. These extremes. These extremes. Afraid of a part in himself. Buried so deep. So deep.

Dear Nagasava.