Thoughts about Japan:
I am walking down a park in Meguro.
Kids are running and playing, the spring sun is shining a warm, golden light, and a gentle breeze sways the trees.
The Sunlight leaks through the sakura leaves, creating a delicate interplay of shadows, an ephemeral artwork that lasts only a few seconds.
I sit on a bench and for a brief moment, I enjoy the show.
Japanese people have a name for that moment: komorebi.
Just like that, there are many things I used to notice around me, but I kept them to myself because I thought no one else understood or saw them.
Perhaps I was too sensitive, or maybe just a daydreamer.
In Japan, I learned that I simply needed to be surrounded by the right people.
Japanese people are in tune with nature. They pay attention to the smallest details, appreciate them, and give them names so they can exist.
It feels good to know that others appreciate the small things in life, just as I do.
Thanks to Japan I found myself.
Thank you, Japan.