Hopefully you have experienced a lot and collected enough memories to remember the great time you had later. At the end of the day, these memories are still fresh and we feel that bitter-sweet feeling, the warm and heavy melancholy that shows us that we are not ready for tomorrow. And it usually doesn't help that the next day could be a great one. No, what counts is the here and now, and we simply don't want to let go.
These days, we also have to say goodbye to the cherry blossom, which recently provided some fabulous moments and which I had enjoyed so much.
The end of this very special time feels like the end of summer to me. Something great suddenly comes to an end and you suddenly don't even know whether you want to look forward to what lies ahead. Even though the prospects are actually pretty good and spring will soon really pick up speed.
But for me, the end of the Sakura season is like a drastic change of era full of unknowns and uncertainty. That's probably why it sometimes feels so heavy, like looking at the setting sun as it sinks into the sea. Even though it is no longer visible and the sky is getting darker, I still don't want to go home. It's as if I could delay the moment of letting go forever, if only I could stay in this very place and not lose sight of the just mentioned here and now.
But eventually it gets darker and darker and I have to admit to myself that this day is over and won't be coming back. And just like the beach, it's the same with the cherry blossom. You delay saying goodbye and look for encores and extensions. And you find what you are looking for and convince yourself that this magnificent spectacle will go on forever. Of course, the wish is the father of your own thoughts, because if you are honest, you know very well that some things cannot be stopped and that you have to be prepared to say goodbye. It may be helpful to know that the magic will happen again in a year's time at the latest and that everything around us will look as magical as it does these days.
But who and where will we be then? It is probably this very question that makes us cling so tightly to this very moment and makes us look so into the future with such uncertainty. Will I still be me then?
At a young age, this question may be much less relevant than it becomes with increasing age.
And maybe one day it will even be totally irrelevant again, but I won't be there yet for some time to come. Fortunately I don't usually find it difficult to live and experience the day and the moment. Everyone wants to enjoy life, but experiencing and being aware of it are much more important to me.
And that's exactly why I don't want to go home at the end of the day and instead take another little detour. And then I drive over the bridge and stop to look at the cherry trees next to me, glowing in the light of the setting sun. On the spur of the moment, I turn into this small unpaved road and drive into the unknown once more. Some more beating hearts and excitement, and the joy of having given in to my own spontaneity. The car is shaking and I'm alive, and that's what this moment is all about. Eventually I end up on the main road that leads me back home, but luckily I have all these memories that are so good for my heart and soul and which I hope will stay with me for a long time to come.
