Reading "Kitano Takeshi's Tavern" has a feeling

Takeshi Kitano: Unveiling the various foci of modern society and awakening the public to think backwards

✨✨ A matter of life and death

✨ "I deeply appreciate how disappointing death is.

I understood that when a person dies, he only means that he no longer exists. There is neither heaven nor hell. Moreover, the dead disappear very simply into the memory of the living. ”

No matter how much they have loved each other in the world, no matter how much heart-wrenching pain and sadness they have torn their hearts and lungs apart between life and death, emotions are true, pain is true, but time is cold, and the living people have to go on and live in a world that has nothing to do with the dead. Such a killing reality can only be recognized by us in continuous loss.

One of the most important people in my life, growing up, and emotions was my aunt, and it is said that my name was taken by her. She played the role of mother, and I was so spiritually dependent on my aunt at many of my key life junctures, especially when I was in school. It seems that when I talk about "my aunt", I can feel the warmth from head to toe, so that I later work, start a family, and have children, but everything, including good things and unpleasant things, will grumble with her, sometimes I will get enlightenment and persuasion, sometimes there is no substantive effect, and it is comfortable to say it... I thought it would always be like this. Although, the aunt's health has been not good, the past ten years, the situation is getting worse, because of the weakening of cardiopulmonary function, basically only indoor activities. I still feel that "death" is far away from her.

In the first half of this year, I was admitted to the hospital for treatment, and I only had to do routine examinations and anti-inflammatory treatment for the lungs, but I didn't want to isolate my aunt and us forever after more than 40 days of hospitalization... The process of experience, now I seem to be unable to calm down and reminisce. When she leaves, we are relieved that she no longer has to suffer from illness, but who can be sure that she is sick and still attached to this world?

Then, life goes on. Sunrise and sunset, work, small home, children... There are still troubles, and the bottom of my heart will remember the bits and pieces of the past from time to time, and it will hurt, and it will be replaced by more others in the blink of an eye.

That's how each of us comes and goes to our own end, doesn't it?