We Can Never Flee The Misery That

We Lead Our Lives Like Water Flowing Down A Hill, Going More Or Less In One Direction Until We Splash Into Something That Forces Us To Find A New Course.

Couldn't The Wrong Sort Of Living Turn Anyone Mean? I Remembered Very Well That One Day Back In Yoroido, A Boy Pushed Me Into A Thorn Bush Near The Pond. By The Time I Clawed My Way Out I Was Mad Enough To Bite Through Wood. If A Few Minutes Of Suffering Could Make Me So Angry, What Would Years Of It Do? Even Stone Can Be Worn Down With Enough Rain.

Can't You See? Every Step I Have Taken, Since I Was That Child On The Bridge, Has Been To Bring Myself Closer To You.

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.

Watch For The Thing That Will Show Itself To You. Because That Thing, When You Find It, Will Be Your Future.