If you're going to while away the years, it's far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive then in a fog, and I believe #โ running helps you to do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life.
Haruki MurakamiYou couldnโt begin to imagine who I am, where Iโm going, or what Iโm about to do, All of you are trapped here. You canโt go anywhere, forward or back. But Iโm not like you. I have work to do. I have a mission to accomplish. And so, with your permission, I shall move ahead.
Haruki MurakamiI think memory is the most important asset of human beings. It's a kind of fuel; it burns and it warms you. My memory is like a chest: There are so many drawers in that chest, and when I want to be a fifteen-year-old boy, I open up a certain drawer and I find the scenery I saw when I was a boy in Kobe. I can smell the air, and I can touch the ground, and I can see the green of the trees. That's why I want to write a book.
Haruki MurakamiBecome like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.
Haruki MurakamiLost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.
Haruki MurakamiThis is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to realize it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.
Haruki Murakami