{"id":9560,"date":"2013-12-10T01:24:20","date_gmt":"2013-12-10T01:24:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/antaiji.org\/?page_id=9560"},"modified":"2013-12-10T02:35:09","modified_gmt":"2013-12-10T02:35:09","slug":"english-takuma","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/history\/yearbooks\/yearbook-2013\/english-takuma\/","title":{"rendered":"Takuma"},"content":{"rendered":"

Feeble-minded Doh<\/h2>\n

Takuma<\/h4>\n
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\nThe \"way\" I first tried was Kendo. Somewhat feeble-minded and kind of a lame duck, I was thrown in a Kendo circle in my neighborhood when I was eight. For four years on I kept clinging to it in tears, but I have no idea what I attained from it in the end. I don't remember when I beat anyone. It was a shameful experience.<\/p>\n

At eleven, I was thrown into an English class in the neighborhood, where mainly Australian teachers drilled us with phrases like \"I'm thirsty\" and the like every week, and where I found many kinds of classmates and teachers, so I parted with the guys that would point toy guns at the podunk citizens to walk the path I wanted to live.<\/p>\n

At college in another podunk, still a feeble type, I started Aikido. I started it and learned that I was not one for it, and that I have an allergy to what I'm not cut out for. Wrestler-type senior students recognized that, saying \"Man, nobody's going to help you with that attitude;\" at first I didn't know why they said that to me, but even when I began to realise, I ended up quitting before I gained a black belt. But it was not so bad, because I got to know a guy who left to travel the Asian Continent on a motorcycle and another from my department that traveled in India, both of whom helped me decide my destination.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, still, I was way feeble. I couldn't get along with my friends, so, when the college bought a computer that's set online for the students' room, I occupied it alone until morning to go home when students came to school. With slight alcoholism in addition, I got much feeber -- eventually, I got sick by finishing one hundred pages of graduation thesis and now found no purpose in life, got a job purposelessly, in the middle of feebleness unable to answer to those who asked me \"but what are you?\" rather than to myself asking \"what am I?\"<\/p>\n

As I was planning before, I went to India. I screwed up. To compensate for the fiasco, I went to Antaiji, where no one asked me what I was. All alone in the snow, the life was just refreshing. At this point my way was the Buddha's way, where I think I was resting my bones. After leaving Antaiji, I got mired in debt subsequently, and was sent to an alcohol addiction hospital last winter, and I'm still alive now.<\/p>\n

As for the addiction hospital, which takes in patients to straighten them out of alcoholism, the life there was like that of a Zen temple: they get up early, rough meal, morning meeting, alcoholism class held in the morning and afternoon, and they go to bed early. \"If I can't set myself straight here, I'm like this the whole rest of my life,\" I said to myself and clung to it for a hundred days, and got out -- only to have unhappy memories to remember with no change in me. Not at all sure if I'm really \"feeble\" or just \"stubborn,\" or, perchance, I've grown up dramatically, though, I have to get over winter this year, too. On a long way round, do not resign.<\/p>\n

Takuma Funami, November 7<\/tt><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Feeble-minded Doh Takuma The “way” I first tried was Kendo. Somewhat feeble-minded and kind of a lame duck, I was thrown in a Kendo circle in my neighborhood when I was eight. For four years on I kept clinging to it in tears, but I have no idea what I attained from it in the end. I don’t remember when I beat anyone. It was a shameful experience. At eleven, I was thrown into an English class in the neighborhood, where mainly Australian teachers drilled us with phrases like “I’m thirsty” and the like every week, and where I found many kinds of classmates and teachers, so I parted with the guys that would point toy guns at the podunk citizens to walk the path I wanted to live. At college in another podunk, still a feeble type, I started Aikido. I started it and learned that I was not one for it, and that I have an allergy to what I’m not cut out for. Wrestler-type senior students recognized that, saying “Man, nobody’s going to help you with that attitude;” at first I didn’t know why they said that to me, but even when I began to realise, I ended up quitting before I gained a black belt. But it was not so bad, because I got to know a guy who left to travel the Asian Continent on a motorcycle and another from my department that traveled in India, both of whom helped me decide my destination. Meanwhile, still, I was way feeble. I couldn’t get along with my friends, so, when the college bought a computer that’s set online for the students’ room, I occupied it alone until morning to go home […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":8725,"menu_order":13,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"side-navigation.php","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-9560","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9560","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9560"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9560\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9575,"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9560\/revisions\/9575"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/8725"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/antaiji.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}