After my little dinner, I noticed sound of
fireworks.
The loudness indicates that the fireworks were held nearby.
I expected to see it from here, so I went
outside. T
here was a drizzling, but I found out a good view spot under a tree
in front of my apartment.
A bit too far
to feel the sonic vibration.
But I did enjoy the incessant sequence of
fireworks for 10 minutes or so.
While
watching the show, I felt how short the life of each one of fireworks’ bombs.
I
don’t know how challenging to create an exquisite and enchanting bomb.
Anyway its
life is so short, much shorter than cherry blossoms which are famous representation
for a short lived life in Japanese culture.
Each bomb was glorious for a second
and was already in oblivion in another second.
So sad isn’t it? What a pitiful
life! Or Am I wrong!?
After all, human’s life is very short. It is as short as
the fire bombs.
Yeah, I remember now that everything is in relative scale.
Each
one of us is just like a single bomb in the sequence of the firework show.
Hey, don’t try to live for leaving fame!
If one bomb’s smoke remained
in the air for long, people can’t enjoy the rest of the show.
Just exit the
stage without hesitation!
Ok, I try to reset my mind and I’m not going to fear
of a life like the bomb or the cherry blossoms.
Yes, spectators forget each one of the explosions but they feel something by seeing the fireworks and their hearts reshape by the end of the show. They forget all the details, but they gain something!
If a bomb can do it, I can live like that!
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