Over the spring break of 2016, I return back home bearing two gifts for myself. Gifts from the Japanese art of living.
The Japanese are blessed with the kindest facial features which is a reflection of utterly graceful and polite mannerisms. They will always smile, bow and make the most mundane actions, such as returning your change, seem like a ritualistic offering. There is no place for conceit here.
A humble Ryokan, which is a traditional Japanese inn, was my home for the last couple of days in Kyoto. The living space was simple, beautiful and functional. The soothing fragrance and feel of a tatami mat transcended the experience. It’s clutter free visual was easy on the eyes and the soul.
No conceit, no clutter. Two Gifts I can live with.