But what is the white rose? Why does it exist? And why does it continue to exist even after Death has left its mark? Perhaps it’s a reminder of purity – that even after all those transient life experiences – there’s a part of us that remains forever untouched.
“Go on then Great Wanderer,” the voice whispers. “Jump.”
Like the Fool in the tarot deck, I came to Japan with a certain naivety, innocence and sense of adventure. My eyes were filled with wanderlust. I had left most of my possessions behind and only brought the bare necessities with me. It was scary – letting go of everything that I knew. I was afraid of the unknown. What if it was far worse than what I had?
You have forgotten how to just live. You are caught up in the routine of your day to day affairs. You do the same crap day in and day out. You live a world of certainty – not in a world of adventure, wonder and possibility. You need to let go of whatever grandiose cookie cutter plans you have for for the future. While we’re at it, why don’t you relegate the dusty worries of your past to the history books where they belong?
The alarm rings at 5am. It’s time for the Monday blues. Welcome to yet another week of groundhog days. Beady-eyed, David accidentally hits the stop button instead of the snooze button. At 6.30am, his eyes reluctantly open. Oh crap. I’m going to be late.