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Vol.2 What
is life all about? |
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One autumn when I was in my
final year at university I made
a resolution.
I
decided that I was going to
live my life so that I would
have no regrets when I looked
back on my own past with one
foot through the Pearly Gates.
I wished that I could spend
such a life after my graduation
from university. Of course, at
that time I was just a
21-year-old university student
with little life experience and
my resolution was largely based
on only my abstract thoughts.
Forty two years has passed
since then and I am once again
giving thought to the question
of “what is life all about?”
based on my own life experience
and on my work experience as an
investigator, which has given
me an insight into the lives of
tens of thousands of people.
Then I came to the
conclusion that it does not
make much sense to debate what
life is all about because there
is no ultimate answer to this
question and nobody can truly
evaluate someone else’s life.
Although people’s lives
can be categorized into several
types, a hundred people have a
hundred different lives.
Therefore, I believe that one’s
life is his or her own business
and nobody else can say
anything about it.
Stories of self-made people
and other people’s dramatic
lives are often featured in
movies, TV programs, novels and
the like. However, there are
usually both ups and downs in
one’s life. I have witnessed
many such cases in the past:
one person who was highly
praised for winning fame and
fortune was abandoned by his
family and died a solitary
death while another person who
had a bad reputation in public
received firm commitment and
support from his family until
the very end of his life.
Just as the problems of
married couples are difficult
for others to understand, there
are lots of things in one’s own
life which nobody else can
understand. There are also many
people who die taking full
responsibility by themselves
for their problems without
making any excuses.
If
it is true that there are no
answers in life or if life is
held to be the stage where
imperfect men stumble and fall
down, the only way to evaluate
your own life is to see whether
you are satisfied with it or
not when looking back on it.
I imagine the answer that
I find at the end of my life
will be a very simple one.
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