So, I finally broke down and decided to take up blogging again, this time in a more general light. I doubt anyone reading this knows, but I actually kept up a blog about living in Japan about ... two years ago now, I suppose it must be. A dear tragedy to let that go, but it made little enough sense to maintain it with myself back in that States. It did what it was made to do, recording a life of joy and adventure in a far distant land, and with that it found its end, its grand finale.
It's been two years since that last night in Tokyo, overlooking the midnight silhouette of the most beautiful city this side of paradise, batting away a stubborn tear as I accepted the fact that tonight was goodbye. A goodbye to myself, to the person I had become, the world I had accepted, treasured, loved. The world I'd come to take for granted. But that is one of the greatest flaws of humanity, the readiness with which we become complacent and take the greatest blessings for granted. A dear pity that we must realize all too late what we had, only when we lose it.
But I lived my life to the fullest during my stay there, as I'd vowed I would do. Pushing aside ever-threatening seclusion, shyness and fear, I did all that I could think to do, enjoying every minute, immersing myself in the land of the Rising Sun.
But this is all just the prologue for this, my new adventure. At least, I hope it shall be an adventure. Home again, I find myself going through the motions, but then, there is a place for that too I suppose. The mundane aspects of everyday life are truly what unites us, much more than once-in-a-lifetime adventures that belong to the biographical history of a precious few.
I seek now to find my place among the whole, not a standout position among the few. My hope is that, through this, be it only one person, I can convince some other soul that we are all one, despite the plethora of differences that threaten to isolate us. You, I... we are not alone.
