I remember that some years ago, when I was a kid, I would dress up as something for Halloween and go out with my neighbors all around the block -and beyond- to ask for candies. We would then finish at the meeting point and check out our “treasure”. Some years later my parents would buy lots of candies and when the kids stopped by our house we would put chocolates, lollipops and other candies in their bags.
Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays not only because of the cool costumes and the scary movies but because it is one of those times of the year when it doesn’t matter if you look ridiculous or not and no one cares who you are or how you look like… it is all a big festivity. Nowadays it has a different meaning for me though: It is a day when I see the innocence that I once had in others’ faces; when the selfish me remembers that giving is more pleasant than receiving.
The reason I felt so compelled to write tonight is because I keep hearing many people say that Halloween is nothing more than pure marketing and an empty day; that we have lost our way and that it is just an excuse to get drunk and party. I want to ask you reader not to kill the holiday and demonize it: it is just as bad to be shallow as it is to be self-righteous. Life is so short and kids grow up really fast, lets not deny them the opportunity of having fun just for having fun; on the contrary lets make these festivities more meaningful by participating as a family and fostering those times that many years from now will continue bringing a smile to our face.
Sometimes I miss home. I’m not talking about my house though. I miss that place where I can be myself, where I really belong. Last night I dreamt that I was there again; a site that seems unknown to me and yet so familiar.
I wake up and realize that I’m not there yet, but then I open my window and gaze at the beautiful pines just across the street; a sense of peace fills my body. They stand strong and tall and it seems like that has been nature’s designated spot for them, but truth is that they didn’t grow up there.
Choose an honest way to live, admire the simple things, share your blessings and forget about your ego… you’ll find out that even though you are not living at your maison de rêve, you can make of any place a home. Stop feeling sorry for yourself; smile because a home is waiting for you.
P.S. If you don’t have pines nearby don’t worry… you always have the stars.
In Kyoto there is a tomb. If we could hear tombs’ voices, this is what we would hear:
“I knew how to live my life. I also knew how to die my death. Because I knew that no one would die my death, I never allowed anyone to live my life.”
“From here I can see the trees full of fruits. Does the fruit cry when it leaves the tree? No. It knows well, with the hidden wisdom of things, that it carries within the seed that will give new trees and fruits.”
“I also didn’t cry when I left this world because I knew that I carried the seed of life and that another one was going to begin with my death”.
How many tombs are there in this Kyoto cemetery! And how many life is there in that thing that we call death!
-This text was taken from AFA.