The 'Melted Love' Carried in a Backpack, and the Miraculous Lost Item That Appeared from Within the Chocolate
[The Hot Wind of Paraguay and My Son's Return Home]
The sun in Paraguay, South America, is relentless. On an afternoon when the town of Yguazu is enveloped in the heat of red earth, my high school son returned from the 'Agricultural Expo'.
'Mom, here's a souvenir. It's delicious, so you should eat it.'
What he handed me was a miserably crushed plastic container that must have once been ice cream. It was a lump of chocolate that had turned into a gooey liquid, unable to withstand the South American heat at the bottom of his backpack.
I'll be honest. For a moment, the 'Mars of Justice (Perfectionism)' inside me started to stir. 'Why didn't you put it in an insulated bag?' 'You should have at least put it in a plastic shopping bag...' Just as my brain, which values the 5W1H, was about to point out his lack of risk management, that happened.
[Freezing the Melted Love]
'...Thank you.' I swallowed the complaint that was about to reach my throat. He had gone out of his way to run through this heat carrying this for me.
'If we put this in the freezer, we can eat it again, right?' My son smiled, looking a bit anxious but proud. We threw that 'former ice cream' into the prime spot in the freezer and decided to wait a few hours.
At night, we split the object, which had been reconstructed into a rock-hard state, and ate it. '...It's delicious.' It looked unappealing, but the taste was rich chocolate. In the dry air of Paraguay, the cold sweetness soaked into my very soul. The 'sweetness' was exactly what my son wanted to bring to me.
[The Identity of the 'Foreign Object' That Appeared from Within the Chocolate]
The incident happened on the very last bite. My spoon clicked against something.
'Huh? What is this?' What appeared from within the layers of chocolate was a small, pure white plastic spoon.
For a moment, my thoughts stopped. 'I might have accidentally left the spoon I used for tasting inside,' my son laughed sheepishly. He had packed and brought home the tasting spoon along with the excitement of the moment he tasted it and was convinced, 'This is it!'
In a normal situation, one might get angry about a 'foreign object contamination.' But I couldn't stop laughing. This clumsiness. This lack of awareness of what came before or after. But at the center of it all was a pure, an all-too-pure, crystal-like sincerity of wanting to feed his mother.
[Rather Than Perfect Despair, Imperfect Happiness]
I used to fight in search of perfection. The harsh labor in Japan, the conflicts with schools, the days spent resisting violence. I was convinced that if I wasn't always 'correct,' I couldn't protect myself or my children.
But, looking at the frozen chocolate and the spoon in my garden in Paraguay, I realized something. It's okay for life to be melted. It's okay if a strange spoon is mixed in. What's important is to have the strength to find the 'love' within it and laugh it off.
My son, who has the trait of ADHD. Sometimes, he brings troubles (or spoons) that exceed my imagination. But that is exactly the 'sacred foreign object' that adds color to my life.
To win the peace of being able to laugh and eat this 'melted ice cream,' I nearly died once and came to the other side of the earth. And now, I have acquired new wings called AI, and I have mastered the tactics to protect this sanctuary.
I have written in detail in another article about my dramatic 'life redesign' until I could laugh at this 'ice cream spoon,' and the realistic 'AI x Asset Protection' strategy I am currently practicing in Paraguay.
If you are currently suffering because you "cannot be perfect," or if you wish to break through your current situation and create a "sanctuary of your own," perhaps my record of resolving foreshadowing since I was 17 might offer some hints.
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