and no, not my animation…
Translated…
Finally, the show’s over, child, why are you, still wearing that frown? Those actors and actresses, after they’d performed, using what they have, on stage, they don’t look like you at all, filled with worries. I can’t understand it, which direction is your heart headed towards? Are you always going to, be so agitated? With that unsettled heart always?
People from all the generations, they all have over a dozen of dices of childishness inside their pockets, but, the gambling rings for each and every generation is not at all, identical, your naïve looks, how could you possibly guess, the number you’ll throw on that table, and how would you know, that the directions those dices tell you to go would be wrong or right? Do you, march on, in the heated days, or, stealthily, in the nights?
Your neighbor’s elderly grandmother, as Mother’s Day rolled around every year, when the man in charge of your borough brings her that stem of carnation, she’s always, moved to tears. Sixty years ago, her eldest son, for the sake of his own ideals, gambled with the dice of destiny, and, he’d not been heard of since then. Yes, there are, those news stories on television, on how a major power in the world was built up. In the night times, the elderly woman would often, lift her head up to the skies, and asked: Son, is that really made, by those dice of fate you’d threw out? Is it, truly, your dreams? The elderly mother’s tears had already, long run dried. And this Mother’s Day, I still saw the elderly woman, talking to herself.
The entire world is angry, and, there will always be, crowd, after crowd, of people, throwing down those dices of fate. The historic scenes, the television shows would, from time to time, review for us, some watched in tears, as the ancestors, built up a world, with their bones, some would shiver at, the bloody scenes that replayed, over, and over again. And we, must we, always come, face to face, to this constantly? When, will that full moon rise again, after these scenes of guts and gory? When, will we get to, breathe in that air of serenity, or peace?
I stared at the game of life, and fell, silent, without another word.
So, this, is from one’s observations of how the bigger picture affects the people singularly, and, it’s true, because, we’re all, a part of this bigger picture, and, if we don’t do our parts right, how can we expect the world to function correctly? We can’t, and, because of the HUGE mess that the world is in right now, there’s no way, but to, go with the flow of things………
Life, the Obstacle Course 