Zwar hat das echt nichts mit Shakuhachi zu tun, nur will ich diesen Gedanken in meinem Geiste nicht verlieren, daher schreib ich es mal hier rein
Here I stand on the shore of the Five; with every wave that washes over my bare feet, I feel it dragging me back. And yet I stand rigid, sensing how the grains of sand at my heels are being pulled toward the water. What holds me back—fear or doubt? Uncertainty or stubbornness? Do I feel safer on the mainland than in the depths of the ocean? I am torn between land and water, and persistent turmoil leaves the decision only to chance, while I imagine having a home in both realms. Have mercy and guide!