I Am Close to the Truth

Seeking the Meaning of Life

I tell you, my fellow Japanese, losing your dignity and life over money is the worst lame excuse to defend yourselves. I know what you are. If you contemplate your hysterical daily activities seriously, you will realize that you sweat for nothing except money. And then you will have no choice, but end up in a mental asylum or commit suicide. Consequently, you keep on continuing the same daily routine blindly, without questioning anything, so that you should not happen to stumble on the truth accidentally. Your cowardly attitudes toward life make me abashed. I tell you, having money without life is nothing. Life is just not earning money; life is more than that. Life is immense and consistently full of enjoyment and surprises.

I tell you, my fellow Japanese, the meaning of life is not working five days a week until you become decrepit, nor keeping on earning money till death, nor pretending to be someone else for the sake of earning money till the dying day. In my humble opinion, the meaning of life is realizing who you truly are, doing every day what your heart desires, and enjoying just being alive. Above all, making friends is the most essential one. Even though I have still been seeking for the meaning of life myself, I ought to force even you to comprehend that I am close to the truth. If you will not start enjoying your life and will not try to figure out who you truly are, you are dangerously wasting your limited time on this delightful earth.

If you still have ears, listen to me, my fellow Japanese, if you still have ounce of pride left, you ought to start examining whether your hectic daily activities produce any joy and whether your attitudes toward life produce any enthusiasms every day. If you do, you will understand what I am trying to say here. I give you a clue of how to start changing your life. Try to find what your inner voice tells you, try to find what you want to do for the rest of your life, and try to believe in your unique personality. Enjoying your life every day is the starting point for you. If you do not know how to enjoy life, just halt your meaningless daily activities and take a vacation to visit Mexico. Mighty sunshine will welcome you, and you will find a peace at your heart. Mexicans are experts at enjoying life since it is in their blood. In addition, they are willing to teach you how to enjoy life. Do not be shy, just come to Mexico to learn how to enjoy life from them, my fellow Japanese.

Is Money Everything for Human Life?

Seeking the Meaning of Life

Maybe, Japan is a rich country, and everything is organized perfectly more than in Mexico; however, it does not matter whether the trains always come on time; it does not matter whether streets are constructed smoothly and gracefully; it does not matter whether the skyscrapers proudly stand everywhere, etc. Those things are nugatory. These kinds of material successes only show us cold feelings without enthusiasm for life. Japanese work every day like machines without questioning anything for the sake of earning money. Maybe, they can earn enough money to support their family; maybe, Japan offers more job opportunities, and Japanese can find a job easily more than Mexicans in Mexico; maybe, Japanese way of life is more secure than Mexicans, but what a price they have to pay!

They have no pride to show their true emotions, but they always bow down to their boss, like a good trained dog offering its head to be patted, so that they can get monthly salary. They think that obeying their boss blindly without any questions is a virtue. Whenever they see a Japanese young man who listens to his boss obediently and bows to him with several polite words, they praise him to the heaven, “The young man knows how to behave correctly in Japanese society, he must know his own place, his future is bright, he’ll be a successful businessman,” and so on and so forth. What a sheer delusion! Don’t they have any shame for themselves? Don’t they realize what nonsense they are talking about? What a resigned attitude this seems to me. They had better contemplate their involuntary resignation way of life seriously before it is too late. Making money might be more important than anything else for them, but losing their dignity for the sake of earning money and calling it the correct behavior for a mature person are the worst crimes that human beings have invented under the sun. What is the meaning of money? Is money everything for human life? I do not think so.

I’ll Say No More

Seeking the Meaning of Life

After the present exchange, we went to Chiluca, where the house of Leticia’s sister is located. There were almost forty relatives of Gerardo’s family there. We enjoyed a delicious dinner and enjoyed playing games.

In the garden they had prepared piñatas for the children. Gerardo forced me to hit a piñata. Therefore, I decided to show my skill at brandishing a stick – I was hitting it like a furious samurai. Everyone was laughing and shouting at me due to my unduly violent performance.

The pictures of each family member were adorned on homemade paper boards in the corner of the garden. Leticia’s sister showed me where my picture was, saying, “There is handsome Japanese. I have only a few pictures of you, but it doesn’t matter because you are good looking always.”

Gerardo had just happened to listen to her compliments of me and smiled at me with a slight hint of mockery. I said to him exuberantly, “Gerardo, did you hear what she said to me just now. Oh my God, why? Please tell me in the name of Almighty, why must my attraction be universal? Give me a rest, man!”

“I knew it, man! I knew exactly what you were going to say! That’s why I didn’t say anything. Happy son of bitch! She just wants to be nice to you. But I’ll say no more, ha-ha-ha,” he was laughing.

To my great surprise, they prepared the game called “Cien Mexicanos Dijeron” which is an imitation of the famous Mexican quiz show. They prepared a big screen, a whiteboard, microphones, tables, switches, and so on and so forth in the garden. They made teams segregated according to the each family, and I belonged to Gerardo’s family.

Of course, Jorgito was the one who enjoyed and became animated during the game the most. He was dancing around like a nigger, shaking his Mexican brown ass jubilantly like a contented donkey, and shouting at the top of his lungs with perspiration on his brow although the night was cold with chilly wind. Needless to say, stupid Leticia was delighted beyond human understanding and was capering around the garden like an exuberant pig.

I did not know what was going on accurately because the game was played in Spanish. Anyway, I participated in the game attentively and tried to understand it with all my zeal. And finally, the game was over. Jorgito announced to me as proud as a god, “Shogo, we won! You saw with your own eyes how quickly I answered the questions, like a flash. My shrewdness is a gift from heaven, you know, ha-ha-ha. We won because of me, me, me. Stupid Gerardo constantly gave wrong answers, but I covered his ass with my unearthly remarkable knowledge, heh-heh-heh-heh!”

Before we left, Leticia’s sister gave me the picture of every family member with names on it. She was generous enough to include me on this picture as well. What an admirable human gesture indeed!

I Am Falling into Reverie

Seeking the Meaning of Life

The following morning after the Christmas party at Leticia’s sister’s house, I am woken up at noon by Gerardo’s unimaginable loud fart, louder than human beings have ever produced yet in the history. It is literally so loud, I am almost jumping out off my skin, it is a sheer explosion. I am exasperated with his rude way of waking me up and shout, “Son of bitch! I thought someone threw dynamite at me. What time is it? I don’t need your fucking alarm clock in this morning!”

“Ha-ha-ha, sorry, man. I couldn’t control it. I must’ve forgotten to turn my alarm off yesterday. It’s noon sharp. My alarm clock is always exact, you know. You can sleep more if you want. Don’t worry; it’ll never explode again, I promise. Really sorry man, ha-ha-ha.”

The party had ended past 5:00 a.m. last night, so naturally I am still a wee bit sleepy and in a dreamy mood. I am lying down on the bed, and a single sunray is beaming in from the chink of curtain. The greeting of sunray makes me cheer up and makes me feel that today should be a glorious day. I am falling into reverie….

Gerardo’s family has their own way to enjoy Christmas. Each member of the family is obliged to buy a present for only one of family members. At this time, I was included as one of them. Three weeks ago, we decided who would buy a present for whom by picking up a paper on which was written a name from the box. I picked up the paper on which was written Javier’s name. Javier is Gerard’s oldest brother. My name was picked up by Jorgito. As a matter of fact, Gerardo and I went to Santa Fe to buy Christmas presents five days ago, and it took us over three hours to choose presents!

Yesterday at 8:00 p.m., Gerardo’s family and I gathered around the small Christmas tree that was surrounded with presents at his parents’ house. I gave Javier elegantly designed shirts and a perfume set. He was happy as a child when I gave him his presents and gave me amiable hugs three times in a row, since he could not repress his surprise and delightedness.

Jorgito gave me a mobile phone and two shirts with an expectant smile on his face. While I was opening the presents, his enthusiasm overwhelmed him, and he bellowed, “Shogo, tear them up! I told you, it’s very useful. Now you have a mobile phone. Let me call you. Oh my God, it’s very nice, man. You have fifty minutes free credit. Gerardo, here is Shogo’s mobile phone number – save it, save it! Shogo, do you like these shirts? Try them on right now because I want to see if they fit on you. Oh my God, they fit you perfectly!” 

In point of fact, it was a superb feeling to exchange presents sometimes. In Japan families are not as close as Mexicans. Japanese lost such feelings long time ago because of their hectic daily activities. I think that Japanese had better learn from Mexicans how to show their emotions unrestrictedly and how to enjoy such family bonds sometimes if they want to remain as human beings. 

We Must Go to Cuba

Seeking the Meaning of Life

Here I couldn’t refrain because my curiosity overwhelmed me. I asked excitedly with a cigarette in my left hand, “But how, man? It’s difficult for me to believe what you’ve just said. Why women are willingly to open their legs? Why is it so easy for us to get laid in Cuba? Give me some explanations to make me understand, Gerardo!”

He gave me an indulgent smile and explained to me joyfully, “Because they are so poor, so naturally they are willingly to offer their vaginas for money. As I told you, you just go to any night club, and as soon as you sit on a sofa, over twenty women will surround you. You can see any kind of women such as blonde, brunette, blue eye, green eyes, tall, short, huge ass, magnificent teats, and so on and so forth. Believe me, Shogo, and they are so beautiful. You have to choose who you want and simply tell her that you want to fuck her tonight – that’s all, man. Of course, you have to pay, but it’s so cheap like twenty or thirty American bucks – that’s nothing, my friend. And they can stay with you all night if you want.”

I had still not been persuaded yet. I was shaking my head, “No, no, I still can’t believe you. Really, my friend? If it’s true, we must go!”

“Of course, my friend, you’ll see, you’ll see. If you go to Cuba, you’ll see every policeman will protect you and support you. They are over generous to foreigners, since this is the Cuban law. Women can’t go to a hotel with foreigners due to the law as well; therefore, we rented a house that time and brought vaginas there. But I’m not sure if they still have the same laws like three years ago. Furthermore, it doesn’t matter what sorts of professions they have, they get paid the almost same salary, you know, it doesn’t matter if he is a policeman, a lawyer, a baker, a banker, a businessman, and so on… because their way of thinking is that everyone should be equal. Cuba is the communist country, you know, the politics. I think as long as Fidel Castro dictates the country, it will remain the same. As a result, we must go to Cuba before the Cuban mustache dies, ha-ha-ha.” 

“I didn’t know such things still happen in the world. Maybe, I am a little ignorant of the politics, ha-ha-ha.”

He uttered sarcastically, “Shogo, I have to teach you everything, ha-ha-ha. Anyway, you’re interrupting my story. I just wanted to tell you that fucking Luis didn’t fuck any girls in Cuba, too.”

I was resentful because of Luis’s stupidity and exclaimed, “What? Sissy didn’t want to get laid in Cuba as well! How come? I’ve started considering that he might be gay, you know.”

He was laughing at my remark.

“You’re on the right track, man,” he said affirmatively, “I’ve suspected it for a long time. I believe he is gay. Anyway, I told you that he is inclined to do opposite things from other people; these nights in Cuba, everyone wanted to get laid, so naturally Luis wanted to show us that he, Luis Lopez, is different from mediocrities and doesn’t need such an empty pleasure because he is occupied with more important things, ha-ha-ha. I don’t care about that gay anymore. Let him do whatever his fancy dictates. I wish to Christ that he can leave this earth as a virgin, ha-ha-ha. That is his lot!”

I was getting tired and said, “Let’s go home, my friend. I am a little sleepy. But don’t forget he is your friend, so you should give him another chance, okay? Even if he is gay, he is your best friend, you know.”

His anger was alleviated somewhat, and he was getting drunk. And he started jabbering, “What? You want leave your friend alone here, who still wants to talk with you more, you, selfish son of bitch, ha-ha-ha. But, Shogo, we must go to Cuba, okay? Even if nobody wants to go there, we must go. Who cares if there will be only two of us? The essential thing is that we have to enjoy, you know. In April, perhaps? Wait, man! Fucking Luis wants to be an eternal virgin, pufi! It makes the invoice maker filled with loathing. One more drink, man! Shogo, you can fuck many girls in Cuba, you’ll see. I am really sure that fucking Luis is gay, you know.”