Today I slept in until twelve in the afternoon. Seeing that it was a clear day outside, the first thing I did was go downstairs to put on a load of laundry...
But now it is raining cats and dogs. My laundry is still hanging outside on my balcony. Oh well...
I was browsing through a second hand book fair at Waseda University a few weeks ago, and stumbled across a children's picture book, tucked away amidst the numerous yellowed and age-worn volumes on obscure academic topics.
It was Shel Silverstein's "The Missing Piece"
. Except this copy had been translated into Japanese, so it was called 「僕を探しに」 (boku wo sagashi ni /
Off to Find Myself). Incidentally, TODAY (I think) is the 30th anniversary of "The Missing Piece".
It is a simple but beautiful book, telling the story of "It", a bouncing rolling circle who goes off in search of its missing piece. Here is how it begins... 何かが足りない
And in English:It was missing a piece. And it was not happy. So it set off in search of its missing piece.
And as it rolled it sang this song - "Oh, I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go Lookin' for my missin' piece."
At the time I was strange period of unsettledness, where despite being having so good things going for me I still felt rather empty and hollow. So finding this little gem of a book, that deals with one's enduring desire and search for that missing "something" in such a simple and dare I say it again - beautiful manner, really lifted my spirits.
For me, it was gentle reminder that this occasional/frequent/constant feeling of emptiness is something we all share, and that maybe we can all do with a little bit of searching for that missing piece.