EPILOGUE
These extra three years in Japan have compelled me to ponder deeply about my life. Time was mostly spent on experiencing instead of writing. Everything was trial and error. I read the questions in order like a robot, or my mind went blank. I attempted to behave in a more human manner, to the last episode, documented through listening and observation, without questions. The feelings are hard to put down into words. How to document ‘sound’ that is transmitted through the vibration of air? So much is lost on the way.
In the past few years, I was fond of the role of a journalist. However, meeting real-life journalists at a press conference was not what I imagined and left me disheartened. I realised rather than publishing an article the next day, I seek to indulge in slower experiences, reading the books that influenced the protagonists and letting their sayings sink into me. In not writing for anyone else, the usual unacceptables become possible.
Last month, before attending Pink Suitcase Lady’s wedding, I fainted. I hit my head and bled profusely. On the ambulance stretcher, I was glad that last year I seized my chance to meet Akiyoshi-san and lived my life with no regrets. Life is too short. Anything can happen in the next moment, so we must be present.
Sound Chronicle has led to a shift in my career path, yet I was frustrated being unable to pursue my desired role. I lacked foundation and needed an alternative way. While talking with musicians, the musical language was the glass ceiling. If I played an instrument, the interpretation would deepen. Also, to truly understand acoustics engineering, I must combat my greatest weakness that makes me shiver – mathematics. I’m leaving Japan soon, taking the opportunity to solidify the foundation of what I yearn to create in the future.
Writing is cruel, yet fun. I feel abashed to read my previous writings, and it does not get any easier. I discovered there’s no magic, it’s a daily grind. The road ahead is still long, but I’m more patient than ever, as it is an ‘endless journey.’ Japan marked the beginning; these precious experiences will infinitely sustain me wherever I go.
I express my most sincere gratitude to everyone that I have met along the journey.
In the past few years, I was fond of the role of a journalist. However, meeting real-life journalists at a press conference was not what I imagined and left me disheartened. I realised rather than publishing an article the next day, I seek to indulge in slower experiences, reading the books that influenced the protagonists and letting their sayings sink into me. In not writing for anyone else, the usual unacceptables become possible.
Last month, before attending Pink Suitcase Lady’s wedding, I fainted. I hit my head and bled profusely. On the ambulance stretcher, I was glad that last year I seized my chance to meet Akiyoshi-san and lived my life with no regrets. Life is too short. Anything can happen in the next moment, so we must be present.
Sound Chronicle has led to a shift in my career path, yet I was frustrated being unable to pursue my desired role. I lacked foundation and needed an alternative way. While talking with musicians, the musical language was the glass ceiling. If I played an instrument, the interpretation would deepen. Also, to truly understand acoustics engineering, I must combat my greatest weakness that makes me shiver – mathematics. I’m leaving Japan soon, taking the opportunity to solidify the foundation of what I yearn to create in the future.
Writing is cruel, yet fun. I feel abashed to read my previous writings, and it does not get any easier. I discovered there’s no magic, it’s a daily grind. The road ahead is still long, but I’m more patient than ever, as it is an ‘endless journey.’ Japan marked the beginning; these precious experiences will infinitely sustain me wherever I go.
I express my most sincere gratitude to everyone that I have met along the journey.
July 16th, 2023