The Fish in the Jar

Why do I feel that the story of fish and birds touches me a little bit?

It seems that I am the one with the most say. Back then, I was young and angular, but now, I am determined to be a gentle woman, with a peaceful smile and a comfortable home.

In those old pasts, Who rushes through my life? Only a shadow that cannot be analyzed is left, Killing time. The years that continue to settle, Who rubs shoulders with me? Who did I miss? Buried in dust, Too many mistakes made in youth, Memories wipe them gently again. Maybe, We who are gray-haired sitting in rocking chairs, Occasionally, I think of the traces of each other in those ignorant years, Then, lightly, Just laugh it off...

Fish and birds. . I have been searching, looking for a place where I can stop, maybe a person, until the day I stop. Stopping may be the time to die... The fish in the jar is quiet and elegant, maybe just waiting for someone to stay for it... Sad? Maybe it's because I understand what I'm waiting for that makes me sad... [I don't know what I'm writing either. . . Orz]

Elder brother. . . I like the poem about birds and fish. Is it original? . . . It feels so good. . . .

Hmm. . . . I am reminded of Rabindranath Tagore's The Farthest Distance in the World - -

Sure enough, very short. . . . Can I dominate? . . .

So, I'm on the couch again? When we see "classroom" in "teacher", right? The writing is just as amazing.