Learning to love this world

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I've been watching a lot of political contents, feeling rather out of place. Everyone seems heroic, trying to persuade others that they are on the right side, but it feels like an endless chase that I do not want to participate. 

I guess those who spread hatred are those who hate themselves the most. The beauty of this world is in the things that I do not know.So whenever I see things I do not know or understand rather than attacking them, I try to see what it is. My curiosity is what has guided me to where I stand, and I am glad I have stayed that way. If I wish to spread anything, it was never hatred, but love. Someone said "Desperation is the conclusion of the fools." 

"But love is the conclusion of the most foolish." Perhaps. You need to be a bit of a fool to stay optimistic without running away from the reality. To accept the imperfection of the reality and somehow embracing it inspite of it. 

 I would rather be ok with being foolish than be filled with hatred. 

I’ve decided to stay out of politics and instead write about everyday, ordinary things, through the lens of a woman living in Tokyo. I want to understand the world through my own eyes, looking, feeling, eating, reading, watching, touching, listening to music… and sometimes (though I admit I can be lazy about it) taking pictures. 

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