Namida no hanabiratachi ga harahara
The blooming of the sakura trees in Japan is a joyful, yet bittersweet moment, as they, in a very real way mark the passage of time. The passage of time is both a time for new beginnings, and bittersweet goodbyes. Sometimes goodbyes are temporary, sometimes they are permanent, and sometimes they are final.
Goodbyes are often accompanied by tears, as tears are often associated with loss. It is an unfortunate consequence of life that loss is unavoidable, but it never hurts any less, does it?
In this time of pandemic we are having to deal with more loss than most of us have in our entire life, and many of us don’t know how to deal with it. It causes tears, it causes anxiety, and sometimes worse, as everything we know falls apart in front of us. Some of us don’t know where our next meal is coming from, as government bumbles around incompetently with little information and even less idea of what the right thing is.
sakura no hanabiratachi ga saku koro
dokoka de dareka ga kitto inotteru
atarashii sekai no DOA wo
jibun no sono te de hiraku koto
But often with loss comes opportunity, as clearing out the old brings opportunity that may not have existed, for those that can allow the tears to fall, to splash on the ground, and ultimately to dry, forgotten about. Tears contain the essence of that which we leave behind. Tears must be shed, and sometimes copiously, but they are no longer a part of us once they leave, and ultimately, we move on without them.
Our tears fall to the ground like sakura petals, and for much the same reason. As the cherry trees must shed their petals to make room for next year’s beautiful display, so must we shed out tears to make room for that which lies ahead of us. Sometimes what lies ahead of us are more tears – and sometimes many more tears. But sometimes the tears will dry, and the door will open, and we will see the vast expanse of what is waiting for us as we leave our tears behind.
The petals of our tears fall to the ground with little splashes, yes. They will fall, and we will see them on the ground like little drops of dew, the sun reflecting from them as they dry, and
kono hoho wo nagareochite arukidasu
aoi sora wo miage ookiku
If you look to the sky, the tears are already forgotten.
Namida no hanabiratachi ga harahara