"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Monday, February 28, 2011

K

Meeting with K is often a valuable experience. We do not have interests in common. We do not live near to each other. We have entirely different occupations. We have different ideologies about this world. However somehow I start to understand why we are so connected. We are connected by unconditional acceptances, knowing what to do to make the another one to feel comfortable, and unlimited patience. I really understand how friends should be like after practicing together for 13 years.
Posted by 玉 at 12:48 AM

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