An optimistic view

An optimistic view

 

Why do so many people live

with suffering,

with disease,

with hurt?

 

Why do someone whirl the sword around?

Why should the others be painful by being stabbed with the sword?

 

All of a sudden,

going to die on the way,

or being killed by those who bears a malicious intention.

why?

 

The beggars on the street solve a meal

by the compassion of the pretentious people,

The bar hostess sell their body to the vulgar people

with their smile from the eye.

Why do these become the reason of the contempt?

 

Can it be the condition of what I should rejoice to console myself by my thinking that they are inferior to me, though they strive to live?

Why?

Why should I rejoice?

 

An optimistic view is like an unmatured laughter of child

without knowing the roughness of the world.

"I am pleased, I enjoy myself, I like…"

The murmur of innocent child,

or the dialogue of the play of the Piero.

 

It is a life

to take off the mask,

to crawl about the ground,

to manage to live with a bitter smile,

and to forget things already passed by.

I sour on the praise of life of the noble poets.