Life goes on. Where am I? I am still in Mexico and enjoying my life with my friends. It is still hard for me to grasp what has actually happened and harder for me to believe that one’s life can change dramatically in such a short time. Life works in mysterious ways. Four months ago, I was a slave and utter failure in Japan; I was isolated and cut off from Japanese society. I was like a wandering Jew in my own country without a single friend. I did not understand why I had to bear the sorrowful cross on my back for such a long time since what I wanted to do was only one thing – being my true self all the time. Jesus was crucified, for he showed the truth to the world; I was rejected by my own countrymen, for I tried to express my true feelings. The truth is that I am indefinitely different from my fellow countrymen. I cannot change that since this is who I truly am, a totally unique individual. If being true to myself causes me to separate from my countrymen, I will gladly be ostracized from Japanese society.
A million thanks to my Mexican friends for liberating me! At last, I have become who I truly am and have begun living life in my own sweet way. This is the first time I feel like I’m doing what I am supposed to do for my dear life. It is still hard for me to believe that I have written my first book, which is already completed! It is indeed a superb feeling for me to do what my heart desires daily, instead of doing something I hate to earn money. To cap it off, I feel right and that this is it. My whole being rejoices, triumphantly acknowledging, ‘This is what life is all about! Life is supposed to be fun, but not suffering.’ I thank the One who created the world daily for leading me to the road I’m meant to travel.
I thank the Lord Almighty in heaven for giving me this second chance. I had totally wasted my time in Japan. I was forced to pretend to be someone else to have a monthly salary. Thanks to my malicious colleagues, I was degraded and turned into an apple-polished slave. For what? So that I could keep my job! What a somber excuse! Every time I think back to my inferno period, I feel conscience-stricken. I consider it one of my unforgivable sins, closing my eyes to Japanese meanness, baseness, and maliciousness. To cap it all, I had committed one of the worst sins imaginable: not living my life to the fullest.
However, I am now floating on air because I have marvelous friends who accept me as I am. I am pleased as a punch that my destiny is not in Japan. Instead, I regard the entire world as my home. I am grateful for my Mexican friends who have succored me in following my destiny. They have allowed me to redeem myself of my great crime – not living life to the fullest. I calmly burned the bridge behind me and resolutely started walking on the road that God prepared for me. I was emancipated.
Since then, I have never looked back to the past. This is a record of a man who has undertaken the sacred pilgrimage of singing his song to his tune, determining to go through a life of challenging social dogmas and be punished more than enough. I am an artist, a seeker, and a confessor, obliged to sincerity. I have an obligation to tell my truth. It might be difficult for you to swallow, but this is my story….
