You’re Totally a Different Origin

I was wondering what Ramon told him about me, for he started referring a night adventure without any preliminaries, as if we had already agreed with the plan and just made sure of a final date. Apparently, Ramon told everyone about our legend of a five-consecutive-night orgy at Men’s Club. He loved this kind of a crazy adventurer more than anything, I know. In addition, I was informed that Esteban was coming here for his business, so I inquired perplexedly, “But Ramon told me that this is your business trip, so I guess you’ll be very busy.”

“Don’t worry about it, Shogo. I can finish my job by tomorrow at noon if I want. Hope you’ll be ready for tomorrow night. Ramon disclosed me that he had some marriage trouble recently, so he’s not sure whether he can join our initiative. But I hugely count on your presence for tomorrow night.”

“Sure, why not? I’ll be certainly ready for the initiative. Just let me know what time we should meet up, okay?” I answered in as a matter of fact tone.

“You’re as astounding as Ramon told me. You know, Shogo, Japanese are very shy and boring creatures, but you’re totally a different origin. Everyone tells me that you have a Mexican spirit and enjoy your life enormously. No one recognizes you as a Japanese bird, ha-ha-ha…,” he was laughing, patting on my back elatedly.

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Your Reputation Pursues You

It was a Wednesday night. Ramon and I were at a bus station waiting for Esteban, who was going to stay with us for three days. While Ramon was talking with his friend on the phone, a man, who was late twenties and amiable ambiance about him, was sailing out a bus with a delightful grin on his face. As soon as he laid his eyes on me, he asked, “Are you Shogo?”

“Yes, I am. How come you recognize me?” I replied bewilderingly.

His face brightened up and saluted enthusiastically, “I am Esteban. Very nice to meet you, Shogo,” he was offering me a handshake and continued, “I know everything about you, and also I can read your life like a book. You know, your reputation pursues you, so to say. Of course, you know what I mean? Ramon told me everything about you. I believe that all his friends know about you as if you were their chum, ha-ha-ha…. By the way, I want to talk to you about an upcoming business. I’m staying in Playa Del Carmen only for two nights. I have to go back to Guadalajara on Saturday, so I think we should execute our business tomorrow night.”

I Am Just a Man

I have constantly sought for inner peace in all my life. In my seeking, one thing is crystal clear to me: Money does not bring any peace to one’s life. On the contrary, money brings total annihilation. If people are obsessed with money, they produce only unforgivable evil acts: wars, murders, robberies, cons, embezzlement, treacheries, homicides, scams, prostitution, ransoms, and so on and so forth. When I was early twenties, I had a considerable sum in my bank account and drove a Corvette. I was one of top sales men and earned quite huge salary per mouth. Even though I had enough money to afford to buy what I fancied, I had spent the darkest moment in my life. Everyone taught me that I had to accumulate wealth and had a good job. I was so young and did not begin knocking about the world yet, so I accepted this frivolous teaching without any questions. I was as innocent as a dove and believed what these assholes instructed me. A stupid job became the center of my tragic life. I constantly thought how to sell the products. Even in my dreams, I was practicing my sales talks. Oh yeah, I must admit that I was wretchedly hunted by money. One day I realized the horrible fact that I had been working over ten hours a day and six days a week for two years in a row, without taking any vacation. I was constantly depressed, and I frequently harbored the idea of committing suicide, since I could not see any meaning in this hectic life. The worst part was that I was doing what I hated the most and spending my precious time for corrupting myself. What made me depressed the most was to know consciously that I had resembled mean Japanese bastards whom I despised to my gut. I constantly raced with other sales men, deceived clients to buy unnecessary expensive Spanish tiles by offering extravagant prices, so that I could earn commissions. Besides, I was to behave infinitely aloof at an office. Even though I had money, I was always worried about making more money. It seemed no end to me. I felt that I was frittering away my life, and I hated myself awfully. When I felt that I could no longer endure such a nonsensical life, and I was about to commit suicide, I ran into The Rosy Crucifixion, that saved my life and changed my life forever. Miller opened the door of a new world for me and made me understand that I was not alone to feel in this particular way. As a consequence, here I am in Playa Del Carmen – in my thirty-fourth year, I feel alive and blissful without money, car, income, job, house, and title. In fact, I do not have any resources and any obligations: I am just a man. I am standing on the streets of Mexico, with arms akimbo in the glaring sun as naked as Mighty Hercules. Far away from my own country, I have found peace at my heart under the foreign sky at the very first time in my life.

What Else Do I Need More?

My life in Playa Deal Carmen is very simple. I wake up at nine sharp and take a shower; go to Starbucks (Ave. Playcare) to eat breakfast with delicious coffee and research publishers; eat lunch on Fifth Avenue; read books at Mamita Beach with a sound of gentle wave and contemplate horizon; saunter to Starbucks (28th Street) to have Mocha Frappuccino and leisurely watch happy people passing-by with a good music; and return to the apartment to join supper with Ramon and Patricia. It seems nothing special to you, but my heart is rejoicing every single minute. Doing what I love every single day, being true self all the time, and sharing my life with my friends – what else do I need more?

I Have Become a Writer

I thought that I must liberate myself from where I do not want to belong and what I do not want to become all by myself. I thought that nobody could help me to become liberated, and nobody could help me to become who I truly am, because I thought that it was my own fight and thought that I must overcome my weakness by myself. I have to confess that I underestimated my friends and could not know that my friends have the power to change my life. I had struggled in vain for writing for over nine years, since I was too blind to be able to see the truth: I was obsessed with writing. When I realized that the process of liberation from my doubts needed the final touch, sharing my mission with my friends, everything became crystal clear to me, and I have become a writer. I have learned from them that I do not have to be alone to fight for my life. Now I have the invincible alliances to fight for my life, and I am glad to have them along to the road as I follow my destiny.