Tokyo is blooming. The streets and rivers are lined with white and pale pink frills of cherry blossoms and people are crowding to breathe in the moment. Cherry trees bloom for about a week. When this time of the year comes, my husband tells me that the cherry blossoms are viewed as a symbol of what life sometimes presents us with: a delicate beauty, a moment of peace, a time of self-satisfaction for work well done, all of which last only long enough to give you a taste of what you have longed or worked for for a long long time… A symbol of a short but beautiful (or shall I say meaningful) life. It seems to be a part of Japanese people’s way of seeing what is around them – everything can be enjoyed only for a short moment as all things in this world flow and change and the etherial feeling of harmony can only last that long. After you have experienced it, you continue your pursuit of beauty and perfection until you find it next at a totally different place and under different circumstances. The saying ‘Nobody is perfect’ does not have an equivalent in the Japanese language (to my limited knowledge anyway) but it is ingrained in the Japanese way of thinking. Nobody is perfect. Nothing is perfect. Nothing lasts forever. This is I believe one of the reasons for the never-ending pursuit of perfection here. It has found an expression in the traditional crafts; it is still finding expression in the Japanese modern engineering, architecture, landscape planning, agriculture, and last but not the least the tireless search of happiness and fun in their lives.
And one more way to enjoy the cherry blossoms before everything is gone and people begin their search for the next moment of peace and harmony.
I wish you a warm day.