ใƒกใ‚คใƒณใ‚ณใƒณใƒ†ใƒณใƒ„ใธใ‚นใ‚ญใƒƒใƒ—
่ฆ‹ๅ‡บใ—็”ปๅƒ

ใ€Œ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใๅ’ฒใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€ใฏใ€ใฉใ“ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‹ โ€•โ€• ๆŸณ่ก“ใง่ชญใ‚€ใ€ๅฟƒๅœฐใ‚ˆใ„่จ€่‘‰ใฎ่ฝใจใ—็ฉด Where You Bloom โ€” Why the Willow Waits Before It Moves /English version below

    ๆœ€่ฟ‘ใ€SNSใงใ“ใ‚“ใชๆ–‡็ซ ใŒๆตใ‚ŒใฆใใŸใ€‚

    ใ€Œ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆฅฝใซ็”Ÿใใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ„ใฃใฆๅพŒใ‚ใ‚ใŸใๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ตใƒœใƒ†ใƒณใฏๆฐดใฎไธญใซ็”Ÿใˆใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ—ใ€็ก่“ฎใฎ่Šฑใฏ็ฉบไธญใงใฏๅ’ฒใ‹ใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ทใƒญใ‚ฏใƒžใŒใƒใƒฏใ‚คใ‚ˆใ‚ŠๅŒ—ๆฅตใง็”Ÿใใ‚‹ๆ–นใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใจใ„ใฃใฆใ€่ชฐใŒใใ‚Œใ‚’่ฒฌใ‚ใ‚‹ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚

    ่ชฐใ‹ใฎๆญฃ่งฃใŒใ‚ใชใŸใฎๆญฃ่งฃใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใ€‚

    ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎๆ‚ชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใซ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’ๆŠผใ—่พผใ‚ใฆ่‹ฆใ—ใใชใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใŸใปใ†ใŒใ€ใšใฃใจๅŠ›ใ‚’็™บๆฎใงใใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ๅˆใ‚ใชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใง้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใฏใ€ๅŠชๅŠ›ใŒ่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚

    ็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใซใฏใ€ใใ‚Œใžใ‚ŒใซๅˆใฃใŸ็’ฐๅขƒใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไบบใ‚‚ๅŒใ˜ใงใ€้™ใ‹ใชๅ ดๆ‰€ใงๅŠ›ใ‚’ๅ‡บใ›ใ‚‹ไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚Œใฐใ€ใซใŽใ‚„ใ‹ใชๅ ดๆ‰€ใง่ผใไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใจใ€้ธใถใ“ใจใฏ้•ใ†ใ€‚

    ่ทๅ ดใงใ‚‚ใ€ไบบ้–“้–ขไฟ‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ไฝใ‚€็”บใงใ‚‚ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๆฅฝใซๅ‘ผๅธใงใใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’้ธใถใฎใฏใ€็”˜ใˆใงใฏใชใใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’็”Ÿใ‹ใ™ใŸใ‚ใฎๅˆคๆ–ญใ ใ€‚

    ใ‚ใชใŸใŒไธ€็•ชใ‚ใชใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใๅ’ฒใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏใ€ๅฟ…ใšใฉใ“ใ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€

    ๆ‘ไธŠๆ˜ฅๆจนใ•ใ‚“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใจใ—ใฆ็ดนไป‹ใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅคšใ„ใŒใ€่ชฟในใŸ้™ใ‚Šใ€ไฝœๅ“ใฎไธญใซๅ‡บๅ…ธใฏ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่ชฐใŒๆ›ธใ„ใŸใซใ›ใ‚ˆใ€ๅคšใใฎไบบใฎๅฟƒใซๅฑŠใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆ–‡็ซ ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ้–“้•ใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚

    ่ชญใ‚“ใงใ€ๆ•‘ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚‹ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใซ้ฃ›ใณใคใไบบใ‚‚ใ„ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚

    ใ“ใฎ่จ€่‘‰ใฏใ€ๅŠๅˆ†ๆญฃใ—ใ„

    ๅ…ˆใซ่จ€ใฃใฆใŠใใจใ€็งใฏใ“ใฎๆ–‡็ซ ใซๅๅฏพใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚

    ใ‚ตใƒœใƒ†ใƒณใฏๆฐดใฎไธญใงใฏ่‚ฒใŸใชใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ทใƒญใ‚ฏใƒžใฏใƒใƒฏใ‚คใงใฏๆšฎใ‚‰ใ›ใชใ„ใ€‚ใใฎ้€šใ‚Šใ ใ€‚ๅฎŸใฏๆŸณใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใ“ใซใงใ‚‚็”Ÿใˆใ‚‹ๆœจใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ๅทในใ‚Šใ‚„ๆฑ ใฎใปใจใ‚Šใชใฉใ€ๆฐดใฎใใฐใ‚’้ธใ‚“ใงๆ นใ‚’ๅผตใ‚‹ๆœจใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ไปฅๅ‰ใ€ใ€ŒๆŸณใฏใ€ๆดชๆฐดใงใฏใ—ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ โ€•โ€• ๆŸณ่ก“ใงๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ฟใ‚คใƒˆใƒซใงๆ›ธใ„ใŸใ€‚ไบบๆ ผใ‚’ๅ‚ทใคใ‘ใ‚‹่จ€ๅ‹•ใ€ๆณ•ๅพ‹ใ‚„่‰ฏๅฟƒใซๅใ™ใ‚‹ๆŒ‡็คบใ€ๅฟƒใจไฝ“ใŒ้™็•Œใ‚’ๅ‘Šใ’ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใใ€‚ใใ†ใ„ใ†ใ€Œๆฐดใ€ใŒๆ นๅ…ƒใพใงๆฅใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใ—ใชใ‚‹ใ“ใจใงใฏๅŠฉใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’็งปใ™ใ“ใจใฏ่ฒ ใ‘ใงใฏใชใใ€ๆ นใ‚’ๅฎˆใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใฎๅ‹•ใใ ใ€‚ใใฎ่€ƒใˆใฏใ€ไปŠใ‚‚ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚

    ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€Œๅˆใ‚ใชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใง้ ‘ๅผตใ‚Œใชใ„ใฎใฏใ€ๅŠชๅŠ›ใŒ่ถณใ‚Šใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ไธ€ๆ–‡ใซใ‚‚ใ€ๅŠๅˆ†ใฏ้ ทใใ€‚

    ๆฎ‹ใ‚ŠใฎๅŠๅˆ†

    ๆฐ—ใซใชใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๆฎ‹ใ‚ŠใฎๅŠๅˆ†ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ใ“ใฎๆ–‡็ซ ใฏใ€ใ€Œๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎๆ‚ชใ•ใ€ใ‚’ใ€ใใฎใพใพใ€Œใ“ใ“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใฏใชใ„ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ใ‚ตใ‚คใƒณใจใ—ใฆ่ชญใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€่ทๅ ดใงๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎๆ‚ชใ•ใฎๅคšใใฏใ€ๆฐดใงใฏใชใใ€้ขจใ ใ€‚

    ไธŠๅธใฎไธ€่จ€ใŒๅˆบใ•ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๅพŒ่ผฉใซ่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎๆกˆใŒใ€ไผš่ญฐใงไธ€่จ€ใง้€€ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใ‚‚ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏไบบๆ ผใธใฎๆ”ปๆ’ƒใงใฏใชใใ€ไป•ไบ‹ใซๅ‘ใ‘ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ้ขจใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ๆŸณ่ก“ใงใฏใ€้ขจใ‚’ใ“ใ†ๆ‰ฑใ†ใ€‚้ขจใŒๆžใ‚’ๆบใ‚‰ใ—ใ€ๅนนใ‚’้€šใฃใฆๆ นใซๅฑŠใใ€‚ๆ นใฎไธญใงใ€ๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ใ‹ใ‘ใฆ็†Ÿๆˆใ™ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ใ‚„ใŒใฆใ€Œใฉใ“ใพใงใฏๆ›ฒใŒใ‚Šใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏๆ›ฒใŒใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ‹ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ๅˆคๆ–ญ่ปธใจใ—ใฆ็ซ‹ใกไธŠใŒใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ใ“ใฎๆตใ‚Œใซใฏใ€ๆ™‚้–“ใŒใ‹ใ‹ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใŒๆ‚ชใ„ใ€‚้ขจใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใฏใ€ๆฅฝใซๅ‘ผๅธใชใฉใงใใชใ„ใ€‚

    ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎๆ‚ชใ•ใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸ็žฌ้–“ใซใ€Œใ“ใ“ใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ ใ€ใจๅˆคๆ–ญใ—ใฆๅ‹•ใใจใ€ใ“ใฎใƒ—ใƒญใ‚ปใ‚นใใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’้ฃ›ใฐใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚้ขจใฏๅ—ใ‘ใŸใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆ นใซ้€ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซใ€ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๅค‰ใˆใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ€‚

    ใฉใ“ใธ็งปใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€้ขจใฏๅนใ

    ใ€Œ่พžใ‚ใชใ„ๅ“ฒๅญฆ โ€•โ€• ๆŸณใฏๅ‹•ใ‹ใชใ„ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆŠ˜ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆ›ธใ„ใŸใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใฉใ“ใธ็งปใฃใฆใ‚‚ใ€ไบบใŒใ„ใ‚‹้™ใ‚Š้ขจใฏๅนใใ€‚ๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€้ขจใฎ็จฎ้กžใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚

    ๆ นใซ้€ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซๅ‹•ใไบบใฏใ€ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ‚‚ใพใŸๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎๆ‚ชใ•ใซๅ‡บไผšใ†ใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใพใŸใ€Œใ“ใ“ใ‚‚้•ใ†ใ€ใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆคใˆๆ›ฟใˆใ‚’็นฐใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ™้‰ขๆคใˆใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ๆ นใŒๅผตใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซๆฌกใฎ้‰ขใธ็งปใฃใฆใ„ใใ€‚ใใฎไบบใฏๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’้ธใณ็ถšใ‘ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใคใ‚‚ใ‚Šใงใ‚‚ใ€ๆ นใฏๅฐ‘ใ—ใ‚‚่‚ฒใฃใฆใ„ใชใ„ใ€‚

    ใ€ŒๆŸณใฏใ€ๆดชๆฐดใงใฏใ—ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใงใฏใ€ไธŠๅธใซๅผ•ใ็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ€ๅ†ทใŸใ„้ขจใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใชใ„ใพใพๅ‡บไธ–ใ—ใŸ้ƒจ้•ทใฎ่ฉฑใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏใฎใกใซใƒใƒฉใ‚นใƒกใƒณใƒˆใง่ทใ‚’่งฃใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚็งใฏๅฝผใ‚’ใ€Œ้ขจใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฎˆใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸๆœจใ€ใจๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚

    ใ€Œๆฅฝใซๅ‘ผๅธใงใใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€ใ ใ‘ใ‚’้ธใณ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹็”Ÿใๆ–นใฏใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใง่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’้ขจใ‹ใ‚‰ๅฎˆใ‚‹็”Ÿใๆ–นใซใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ไผผใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚

    Like-Seekerใจใ„ใ†็”Ÿใๆ–น

    ๆ‹™่‘—ใ€Žใ€Œๅคฉ่ทใƒปๆ„Ÿ่ฌใƒปใŠ้‡‘ใ€ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใฎgALf(ใ‚ฌใƒซใƒ•)ใช็”Ÿใๆ–นใ€ใฎไธญใงใ€ใ“ใ†ใ„ใ†ไบบใ‚’ใ€ŒLike-Seeker(ๅฅฝใใ‚’ๆŽขใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ไบบ)ใ€ใจๅ‘ผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ€่ฆ‹ๆ „ใˆใฎ่‰ฏใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ใ€ๆฌกใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฌกใธใจๆŽขใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ไบบใฎใ“ใจใ ใ€‚

    ๅฅฝใใชใ“ใจใ‚’ๅคงๅˆ‡ใซใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใฏใ€ๆ‚ชใ„ใ“ใจใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€Like-Seekerใฏใ€ๅฅฝใใ‚’ใ€Œใฉใ“ใ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใจใ—ใฆใ€ๅค–ใซๆŽขใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ไปŠใ„ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงๅฐ‘ใ—ใงใ‚‚ๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใŒๆ‚ชใใชใ‚‹ใจใ€ใ“ใ“ใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใจๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฆใ€ๆฌกใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ใ‚ใฎๆ–‡็ซ ใฏใ€Like-Seekerใฎ่ƒŒไธญใ‚’ใใฃใจๆŠผใ™่จ€่‘‰ใซใ‚‚ใชใ‚Šใ†ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ€Œใ‚ใชใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใๅ’ฒใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏใ€ๅฟ…ใšใฉใ“ใ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใ‚Œใฐใ€ๆŽขใ—็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๆญฃใ—ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ€ใˆใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ใ ใŒใ€ๆŽขใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ€ๆ นใฏ่‚ฒใŸใชใ„ใ€‚

    ้ขจใ‹ใ€ๆฐดใ‹

    ใงใฏใ€ใฉใ†่ฆ‹ๅˆ†ใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ„ใฎใ‹ใ€‚

    ็งใŒไฝฟใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹็›ฎๅฎ‰ใฏใ€ไธ€ใคใ ใ‘ใ ใ€‚ใใฎๅฑ…ๅฟƒๅœฐใฎๆ‚ชใ•ใŒใ€ๆ นใฎไธญใง็†Ÿๆˆใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€‚ใใ‚Œใจใ‚‚ใ€ๆ นใ‚’่…ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ€‚

    ไปŠๆ—ฅใฎๆ‚”ใ—ใ•ใŒใ€ไธ‰ใ‹ๆœˆๅพŒใซใ€Œๆฌกใฏใ“ใ†่ฟ”ใใ†ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ไธ€ใคใฎๅž‹ใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ้ขจใ ใ€‚ๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใฆใ„ใ„ใ€‚ใฉใ‚Œใ ใ‘ๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ๆ–นใ‚’ๅทฅๅคซใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ใŸใ ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒๅ‰Šใ‚‰ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใใ ใ‘ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏๆฐดใ ใ€‚ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’็งปใ—ใฆใ„ใ„ใ€‚

    ใใ—ใฆใ€ใใฎ้•ใ„ใฏใ€ใŸใ„ใฆใ„ไธ€ๅบฆๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใฆใฟใชใ„ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚

    ้ธใถใฎใฏใ€ๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ‚ใจใง

    ใ‚ใฎๆ–‡็ซ ใซใฏใ€Œ้€ƒใ’ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใจใ€้ธใถใ“ใจใฏ้•ใ†ใ€ใจใ„ใ†ไธ€ๆ–‡ใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใซใฏใ€็งใ‚‚ๆทฑใ้ ทใใ€‚

    ใŸใ ใ€ใใฎ้•ใ„ใฏใ€ๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใŸใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใจๆ€ใ†ใ€‚้ขจใ‚’ไธ€ๅบฆๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใ€ๆ นใซ้€ใ‚Šใ€ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใ“ใ“ใงใฏใชใ„ใจๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใฆใ‹ใ‚‰็งปใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ้ธๆŠžใ ใ€‚ๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซๅŽปใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ใใ‚Œใฏ็งปๅ‹•ใซใ™ใŽใชใ„ใ€‚

    ๅŒใ˜ใ€ŒๆŸณใฏใ€ๆดชๆฐดใงใฏใ—ใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€ใงใ€ๅŽปใฃใŸใ‚ใจใซ็ซ‹ใก็›ดใ‚‹ไบบใจใ€ใ•ใ‚‰ใซ่ฝใกใฆใ„ใไบบใฎ้•ใ„ใ‚’ๆ›ธใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚Œ็›ฎใฎไธ€ใคใฏใ€ๅ—ใ‘ๆญขใ‚ๆ–นใฎไฝœๆณ•ใ‚’ๆŒใฃใฆ็งปใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใฉใ†ใ‹ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚้ธใถๅŠ›ใ‚‚ใ€ๅฎŸใฏ้ขจใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใŸๆ นใฎไธญใง่‚ฒใคใ€‚

    ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ•ใฏใ€ใฉใ“ใง่‚ฒใคใฎใ‹

    ใ€Œใ‚ใชใŸใŒไธ€็•ชใ‚ใชใŸใ‚‰ใ—ใๅ’ฒใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏใ€ๅฟ…ใšใฉใ“ใ‹ใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€

    ใใ†ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„ใ€‚ใ ใŒใ€็งใฏๅฐ‘ใ—้•ใ†้ †็•ชใง่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ•ใ‚‚ใ€ๅฅฝใใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใ“ใ‹ใซ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ‚ใฃใฆใ€ๆŽขใ—ๅฝ“ใฆใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ„ใ€‚้ขจใ‚’ๅ—ใ‘ใ€ๆ นใซ้€ใ‚Šใ€็†Ÿๆˆใ•ใ›ใŸๅ…ˆใซใ€ๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใค่‚ฒใฃใฆใ„ใใ‚‚ใฎใ ใ€‚ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใๅ’ฒใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ™ๅ‰ใซใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚‰ใ—ใ•ใŒ่‚ฒใคๆ™‚้–“ใ‚’ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใซ่จฑใ—ใฆใ‚ใ’ใฆใปใ—ใ„ใ€‚

    ๆŸณใฏใ€ไธ€ๅบฆๆ นใ‚’ๅผตใ‚Œใฐใ€ใใ“ใซ็ซ‹ใก็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใŸใ ใ€็ซ‹ใกๆ–นใ‚’ใ€ๆฏŽๅ›žๅฐ‘ใ—ใ ใ‘ๅค‰ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚

    ๅ’ฒใ‘ใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใซๅ‡บใ‚‹ๅ‰ใซใ€ไปŠๆ—ฅๅนใ„ใŸ้ขจใ‚’ไธ€ใคใ ใ‘ใ€ๆ นใซ้€ใฃใฆใฟใฆใฏใฉใ†ใ ใ‚ใ†ใ‹ใ€‚

    Where Can You Bloom? โ€” The Trap Hidden in Comforting Words, Read Through Ryujutsu
    Where You Bloom โ€” Why the Willow Waits Before It Moves

    Recently, this passage came across my social media feed:

    You don't need to feel guilty for seeking a place where life is easier for you. A cactus doesn't need to grow underwater, and a water lily doesn't bloom in midair. If a polar bear chooses the Arctic over Hawaii, who would blame it?

    Someone else's right answer doesn't have to be yours.

    Rather than forcing yourself into an uncomfortable place until it hurts, you'll find far more strength by looking for a place where you can be yourself.

    If you can't give your best in a place that doesn't suit you, it isn't because you aren't trying hard enough.

    Every living thing has an environment that suits it. People are the same. Some find their strength in quiet places; others shine in lively ones.

    Running away and choosing are not the same thing.

    At work, in relationships, in the town you live in. Choosing a place where you can breathe easily is not self-indulgence. It is a decision to let yourself live.

    The place where you can bloom most like yourself is out there, somewhere.

    It is often introduced as a quote from Haruki Murakami, but as far as I could find, there is no source for it in his work. Whoever wrote it, it has clearly reached a great many hearts.

    I imagine some people feel rescued when they read it. And I imagine some people grab onto it.

    This passage is half right

    Let me say first: I am not against this passage.

    A cactus does not grow underwater. A polar bear cannot live in Hawaii. That is true. In fact, the willow is not a tree that grows just anywhere either. It chooses to put down roots near water, along riverbanks and the edges of ponds.

    I once wrote a piece titled "When the River Floods โ€” What Ryujutsu Should Not Accept." Words and actions that wound a person's dignity. Instructions that go against the law or your conscience. A mind and body telling you they have reached their limit. When that kind of "water" rises to the roots, bending will not save the willow. Moving is not defeat; it is a way of protecting your roots. I still believe that.

    So when the passage says that failing to give your best in an unsuitable place is not a lack of effort, I find myself half nodding.

    The other half

    What concerns me is the other half.

    The passage reads "discomfort" as a direct sign that "this is not my place." But most of the discomfort we feel at work is not water. It is wind.

    A remark from your boss stings. A junior colleague pushes back. Your proposal is dismissed in a single sentence at a meeting. All of these are uncomfortable. But they are not attacks on who you are. They are wind directed at your work.

    In Ryujutsu, we treat wind like this. The wind shakes the branches, passes through the trunk, and reaches the roots. There, over time, it matures. And eventually it rises again as an axis of judgment: how far you will bend, and where you will not.

    This process takes time. And it is uncomfortable. While you are taking the wind, you cannot breathe easily.

    So if you decide, the moment you feel uncomfortable, that "this is not a place where I can be myself," and you move, you skip the process altogether. You took the wind. But you changed places before sending it down to your roots.

    Wherever you go, the wind blows

    As I wrote in "The Art of Staying โ€” The Willow Does Not Move, But It Does Not Break," wherever you go, as long as there are people, the wind blows. Only the kind of wind changes.

    People who move before sending the wind to their roots meet discomfort again in the new place. And again they feel, "This isn't it either." Like a potted plant repotted again and again, they move to the next pot before roots can form. They may believe they are choosing their place each time, but their roots are not growing at all.

    In "When the River Floods," I wrote about a manager who was promoted under the protection of his superior, never having faced a cold wind. He was later dismissed for harassment. I called him "a tree sheltered from the wind."

    A life spent choosing only places where you can breathe easily looks a little like sheltering yourself from the wind.

    The Like-Seeker

    In my book on the gALf way of living (ใ€Žใ€Œๅคฉ่ทใƒปๆ„Ÿ่ฌใƒปใŠ้‡‘ใ€ใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ไบบใฎgALf(ใ‚ฌใƒซใƒ•)ใช็”Ÿใๆ–นใ€), I called such people "Like-Seekers": people who keep searching, one after another, for places that feel comfortable and look good.

    There is nothing wrong with valuing what you like. But a Like-Seeker treats what they like as something that exists "out there," and keeps searching for it outside. The moment the current place becomes even slightly uncomfortable, they feel it was the wrong place after all, and set off to find the next one.

    That passage can also be words that gently push a Like-Seeker forward. When you are told that "the place where you can bloom most like yourself is out there, somewhere," it starts to feel right to keep searching.

    But while you are searching, your roots do not grow.

    Wind, or water?

    So how do you tell the difference?

    I use only one measure. Is that discomfort maturing in your roots? Or is it rotting them?

    If today's frustration has become, three months later, a single form, "next time I'll respond like this," then it was wind. You can take it. If, however you adjust the way you receive it, it only wears you down, then it is water. You can move.

    And most of the time, you cannot tell which it is until you have taken it once.

    Choose after you have received it

    The passage includes the line, "Running away and choosing are not the same thing." I agree with that deeply.

    But I think the difference lies in whether you received the wind. If you take the wind once, send it to your roots, and only then realize this is not the place, moving is a choice. If you leave before receiving it, it is merely relocation.

    In the same piece, "When the River Floods," I wrote about the difference between people who recover after leaving and people who fall further. One of the dividing lines was whether they could carry the practice of receiving with them when they moved. The ability to choose, too, grows in roots that have taken the wind.

    Where does who you are grow?

    "The place where you can bloom most like yourself is out there, somewhere."

    Perhaps. But I think about it in a slightly different order.

    Who you are, and what you like, are not things set down somewhere for you to find. They grow little by little, after you take the wind, send it to your roots, and let it mature. So before you go looking for a place to bloom, give yourself the time for who you are to grow.

    Once the willow puts down roots, it keeps standing there. It only changes the way it stands, a little, each time.

    Before you set out to find a place to bloom, why not send just one of today's winds down to your roots?

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