Wind Of Today
Greetings in agrarian Japan are related to the weather, particularly the sweltering summer with dense, steamy humidity, hanging around the archipelago like some thick French pea soup.
When encountering this situation in Japan, smile while wiping the sweat off your brow, and exclaim—kyō wa atsui desu ne (*≧∀≦*)
After the rice harvest at the close of summer, the crispiness of Japanese autumn kicks in, and the spirit of the Japanese shifts into a seasonal direction.
The love of seasonal things brings the delights of autumn, only to be interrupted by the brutal Indian Summer—you can set a watch by Japanese weather.
This is where the greeting changes, and the Japanese switch to the winter greeting—same as the summer one; just change one word—kyō wa samui desu ne ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄
Keep in mind, life is subjective, a matter of which filters inform your internal dashboard (6 senses)—the only way to measure—what is cold, what is hot, and what is not cold or hot.
Growing up in the snowy mountains of BC informed a deep understanding of samui—comfort depends solely on a point of view.
The real crux of today’s fable is how you choose to frame it, as anything above minus 10℃ in BC feels like a fresh spring day.
The most important weather forecast that will ever cross the personal desk is the one you choose as true today.
Outside, the sun may be roasting hot, a typhoon here and there, volcanoes pumping their fists in the air, and if you happen to be stationed in the Tohoku region, expect to be snowed in.
The issue arises when you take emotional prompts from the fickle god of volatile weather to make daily decisions.
Instead, curate your own internal weather patterns—ones you have chosen.
As an observer of the nooks and crannies of human nature, we can plainly see those who have lost control of their soul due to the poor choices in their internal dialogue—personalized weather and the implications of the choices made throughout the material day.
Emotions out of control reflect a lack of mental clarity, the aimlessness of the industrial grind, and the absence of a manifested destiny.
Intentionally deciding to reframe your personal weather leads to profound changes—eviscerating the ennui of a dead-end life that will haunt you until your dying day.
The game of life is you against it all, so choose to live each day in full, making sure that foul weather cannot inform your daily routine or ever again come your way.
Volatility is a part of life—watch from afar, and you’ll see those with eternal, incessant strife.
It erodes the flow of life away, leading to the road of an uneventful, ordinary mundane life, reflected in incessant ennui and the failure of your personality.
The flow of life is rooted in decisions then decisive action—if you so choose to accept this mission, the reward is serenity throughout life, regardless of the inevitable encounters with useful idiots and the stupified as you embrace the day inside the industrial fray.