An Excerpt from ‘ Kafka on the Shore’ by Haruki Murakami


I have read these lines over and  over for a long time now. I have used the last few lines many a times on my facebook pages. I truly believe they have been written by someone who has been thru a terrible sandstorm- physically in a desert or metaphorically in his life. The WILL to survive and the DETERMINATION to move on are the two factors that keep one going thru a storm. Bleeding body and an aching soul not withstanding. A storm is a battle. A battle of human determination and resilience vs forces that are beyond human control.  Determination and a will to survive is make us the exceptional species that we are. This determination takes us thru those terrible storms – stumbling, bleeding, puzzled, confused, helpless and yet so clear that We HAVE to get past this phase. And when we are thru, we are no more the same. We are different – from within. A deep understanding is awakened within us – I am capable. I am enough. I survived this once  I can survive another challenge again.

I can go on…but wisdom prevails, nudging me gently, reminds me that you would rather be reading those lines yourselves, that I am raving about. So here they are:

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

Haruki Murakami,   Kafka on the Shore

Wishing you a fabulous day ahead…filled with an abundance of Love & Peace


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