Loser? Winner?

Most of us are losers. We wish we are talented and have a rich life. However we notice soon that we are commonplace and never become winners.

We argue against winners that not all winners are happy. At the same time, we know we give up our dreams because we are short of money and in the course we forget what we want. 

I’m between marriages, no kids and don’t have enough money. I’m a loser in life, probably. 

I have forgotten what I wanted. 

Can the young conquer the poverty?

Those were the day!  We always say so and deny the present. When I was a child, I believed that my school background became a chance to get better life in future even even if my family was poor. Nowadays many Japanese believe it and study hard to enter in well-known university. 

However many young people can’t get regular jobs and they are difficult for getting out of the poverty. The poor is quite hard to come from behind in life. They have to give up their dream even if they have unusual ability.

In Japan the poor can’t support theirselves. They can’t rent apartments and live in net cafe. Some of them lose home and settle in parks. 

The others work so hard that they suffer from mental disorder. They have to quit their jobs. However nobody relieve them. Of course they can live on welfare but it is quite hard for the young. Indeed the young suicides are increasing. 

The specialists report one of effective ways is to supply them houses. I am not rich but I think I can do something to help them.  I don’t have any good ideas yet. 

I don’t help them when they are asking for our help, while I take part in the party.

Asakusa in Tokyo, japan


Yesterday I visited at Asakusa in Tokyo, Japan. The streets were congested with lots of tourists because of three holidays in a row.

Asakusa is famous for sweets too and I took part in a sweets tour yesterday. I enjoyed with the tour, but I had to put up with hay fever all day.

Today I hesitate if I go out. I like the spring but have to stand hay fever.

On the verge of falling?

Flowers and blooms bloom a short time. We’d like to live a long time, but many elderly people are bedridden now. I’d like to drop dead. But I don’t want to repent on my deathbed. 

I always have a smile on my face and gentle with people around me, this is my ideal future.

The following picture is my hometown. There stood old apartments in my childhood. The area has completely changed.

A marked increase in the value of real property in Tokyo

Recently a marked increase in the value of real property in Tokyo has been reported and many Japanese have started to invest lots of money in real property at estate agent’s insistence.

Increased real property will slip some day. But most of Japanese believe many people will live in Tokyo continuously. We can’t prophesy the future. I am anxious  about property value in my own flats. How will their  become in future?

Apple Pie

Today I cooked apple pie. It was easy and more delicious than expected.

I’d like to entertain someone with dishes I cook.

People who say bad things about others behind their backs

Last week I had to listen to complaints. I heard the both of opinions but I felt both of them were right and wrong. They claim their own justice but I didn’t understand what they want me. I suggest them they should discuss more but they denied it.

Listening to complaints are dull and useless. It reflects on myself.

Rice with Japanese Radish

Above picture is rice with Japanese radish. It is seasoned with soy sauce and garlic.

I often do cooking with radish as radish is easy of digestion and low calories. 

It’s delicious. Would you try it?

About my father

My father passed away fifteen years ago. He looked at peace on the deathbed and I felt he had happy life. He had dementia and looked he was having a pretty hard time for years. 

At the night when he died, I couldn’t get to sleep. I felt he implore me I put his his Buddhist altar in my flat. As I prefer European style, I displayed his pictures instead of it. These pictures were one when he was young.As  I was born when he was fifty years old, he looked like my grandfather. 

He in the pictures was not handsome but looked full of hope in his life.

I like the pictures. But my mother told they didn’t seem himself and gave them up to me.