灯りを探す舟 / A boat searching for light.
by Toshiya March 15, 2026
それは、誰もが人生という大海原で迷い込む、月なき夜にオールを失い、ただ波間に身を委ねる旅のようだ。
だが、舵を失っていても、どこか遠くで灯る微かな光を、人は信じ続けようとする。
記憶のどこかで、あの日の声や笑顔がふと蘇り、胸の奥を静かに締めつける。
愛情とは、扱い方ひとつで薬にも毒にも変わる不思議なものだ。
真心を込めて差し出した想いは、ときに相手の手の中で毒に変わる。
信頼が砕け散る音は誰にも聞こえないが、自分の中では確かに響く。
愛する人に背を向けられることは、自分の存在を否定されるような痛みだ。
だが、どれほど傷ついても、心のどこかで「それでも信じたい」と願ってしまうのが人間なのだろう。
その愚かしさが、人間の弱さであり、同時に尊い強さでもある。
時間がすべてを包み込むと人は言うけれど、痛みは簡単には薄れない。
むしろ、時間は悲しみを静かに沈殿させ、形を変えて心の奥に残していく。
だが、その痛みや悲しみは敵ではなく、やがて自分を深く理解する鍵になる。
そしてその先に、かすかな光のように見えてくるのは、「もう一度愛したい」という願い。
道標とは誰かが示すものではなく、自らの痛みの中から生まれ見つけるもの。
傷ついても愛を捨てずにいられたなら…悲しみを超える唯一の灯になる。
There is no guidepost that heals sorrow.
It is like a journey where everyone loses their way on the vast ocean of life; having lost their oars on a moonless night, one simply entrusts themselves to the waves.
The wind is cold, and the waves strike the heart without mercy.
Yet, even without a rudder, people try to keep believing in a faint light glowing somewhere in the distance.
Voices and smiles from that day suddenly resurface somewhere in the memory, and quietly wring our hearts.
Love is fragile, beautiful, and terrifying.
Affection is a mysterious thing that transforms into either medicine or poison depending on how it is handled.
Feelings offered with sincerity sometimes turn into poison within the hands of the receiver.
Kindness is displaced by misunderstanding, and trust turns into betrayal.
In that moment, the colors of the world crumble away with a resounding crash.
The sound of trust shattering is heard by no one, yet it echoes clearly within ourselves.
To have a loved one turn their back on you is a pain akin to having your very existence denied.
Yet, it is perhaps human nature to end up wishing, somewhere in the heart, "I still want to believe", no matter how deeply hurt.
That foolishness is a human weakness, and at the same time, a noble strength.
People say that time heals all, but pain does not fade so easily.
Rather, time allows sorrow to silently settle, leaving it in the depths of the soul in a different form.
However, that pain and sorrow are not enemies; eventually, they become the key to deeply understanding ourselves.
And beyond that, appearing like a faint light, is the wish: "I want to love once more".
Everyone searches, in their own way, for the path to healing.
A guidepost is not something someone shows us, but something born and discovered within one's own pain.
If one can keep from giving up on love, even while being hurt… then that’s the only light that transcends sorrow.
As long as that light does not go out, people will row their boats again.
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