a Buddhist monk
We often experience that we now understand what we didn't understand in the past. We're puzzled by the fact that what we did was taken in an unexpected way. We gave an unintentional trauma and warp to other people's life, we realize as well later. When we realize it, it's too late. Experience usually happens in such a way. On the anniversary of my mother's death, I heard the beginning words from a Buddhist priest as those of a certain monk.
December 20, 2017
from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun
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