Epilogue

If you have picked up and read these books this time, thank you very much. And thank you also to those of you who have suddenly picked it up (or downloaded it) and are looking at the last page without really understanding it.

When I was a child, I remember my father telling me that the short story is Shinichi Hoshi's, but I have already forgotten whether I read any of his books or not. With the advent of the Internet in the middle of my life, I really don't have much experience in reading, much less reading novels.
Even watching dramas in a row seems to be a challenge, and I no longer have the endurance to read a full-length novel. I also don't have the endurance to read a full-length novel anymore, but I think short shorts are good for those who want to read something. I wonder if short shorts are good for people who want to read something, but don't know what to think.
There is no possibility that someone somewhere in the world who doesn't know Japanese at all will read a short short story written by a stranger and whose meaning I don't understand, and moreover, since I have decided to translate this into various languages.

This may be a bit off topic, but when I first started using the Internet, I was amazed at the word "www," which stands for "world wide web. When I heard that I could look up anything by just typing a word into this little window, I thought, "You're kidding, right? I am sure there must have been more than one person who thought, "No way! I still don't believe it.
But if you think about it, there is no way to search for something you don't know, so even if it exists in the world, you can't look it up, and you probably don't know it. There are probably countless words in the world that have never been searched for, and may remain unsearched until we die.

So no matter how well I translate this short story, I don't know if anyone on earth will ever read it. They may not read it. It might be treated like a speck of dust in the universe.

However, I felt that I could not help but write about it, and I thought that if I go any further, I will probably run out of things to write about, and I will probably die someday (hopefully in a normal lifetime).

When I was a child, I had a vague idea. I would probably go to Tokyo, and after 10 years, I would probably go to the U.S. (or somewhere overseas). But that didn't happen.
But that didn't actually happen. I think I have been getting married, divorced, living in Kamakura, and so on, and my life has been slowly dwindling down.
I think I have a lot of unfinished business in my life that I'm not really thinking about. However, I came across yoga in the middle of my life, and when I studied yoga philosophy, I learned that true success is not about accomplishing something, and I truly believe that to be true, but I feel like I had something I wanted to do, and I wonder if that's enough. I feel as if I had something I wanted to do, but I wonder if that's enough. I may not be satisfied with what I have done, but I am not satisfied with what I did not do at the beginning because I am satisfied. I was born as a human being, but is that enough? Someone somewhere in my head is saying, "I was born as a human being, but is that enough? We happen to have been born as human beings, but whether we realize it or not, we will return to our original world.
We have probably returned to our original world many times, saying, "I have left something behind. So, sometimes we face the habit of saying, "I feel like I've already done this many times," and sometimes we give up.
As you grow up, you give up too much, you don't know what you want to do anymore, you get offers for jobs that you feel you have the ability to do but you can't make use of it, and your muso self that could do anything becomes smaller and smaller. Some people may start to complain all the time on the Internet or to their friends, and people may disappear from around them.
Maybe there are not many people who are happy and have no choice nowadays.
So it might not be a bad idea to read a story to trip you up, cheer you up, and tell you that I am like that, too.

We are always full of possibilities.
I am writing this in the hope that this message will be conveyed to you.
When I don't understand something, I may be communicating with a different planet.

I hope to connect with someone in the unknown world with the possibilities that writing and words can bring.

One day near spring 2023, Caroline Ohana