Three Days of Happiness

But having Miyagi here made my overly embarrassed about my
warped desires and miserable hopes.
“This is just a personal opinion,” Miyagi began, “but do you consider
that list to be the things you really want to do, deep down?”
“Well, that’s what I was thinking about too.”
“If I might say... I feel that you’ve made a list out of things which
you feel someone else would want to do before they died.”
“You might be right,” I admitted. “Maybe there’s nothing I really
want to do before I die. But I feel like I can’t do nothing, so I’m
trying to imitate someone else.”
“Still, I feel that there must be a method more suited to you.”
Leaving me with that presumably meaningful comment, Miyagi
returned to her usual position.
The conclusion I arrived at that morning was as follows.
I need to correct my warped desires and miserable hopes a little bit
more. I should think cheaper, more impudent, more vulgar, and
spend my last months following my instinct.
What needs repairing at this point? I thought I had nothing to lose.
I looked over the list again, and then, preparing myself, called a
friend.
This time, after only a few dialtones, they answered.
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I left with an umbrella, but by the time I reached the train station,
the rain had stopped - an event which seemed to perfectly define
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