Are you happy? Is your skeleton doing well? The 52nd Great Operation to Help Skeletons

My article was featured in the ultimate magazine [Ojamaga Yomogi | Yomogi | note].

Yomogi-san, thank you very much.

The composition of a pedestrian through glass.

Isn't that too stylish!

This is really good...

What kind of thoughts is this person carrying as they walk?

It is fun to imagine.

(So says Master Yomogi).

Thank you for your comments, which show not only a novelist's perspective but also a keen eye for detail.

I am shocked by the depth of your analysis. Clairvoyance, pure clairvoyance! I almost never write with the intention of 'conveying this specific meaning.' Everything is just a coincidence, so such analysis makes me happy.

(So says Master Yomogi, indeed).

To say everything is a coincidence.
My goodness, that is wonderful.

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People grow to resemble what they keep thinking about.

That is precisely why 'who you respect' is extremely important.

If you want to improve your life in the long term, you should look at those around you not from the perspective of intensity, but from the perspective of whether they are kind, healthy, and wise.

People who possess all three of those qualities often quietly stabilize their lives.

This is an excerpt from a note article.

Thank you for sharing an article that always makes me realize the essence of things.

Cigarette smoke is lazily forming rings against the ceiling. The ice from last night is still surviving in my glass of cheap liquor. "...I'm alive, aren't I?" I thought as I half-tumbled out of bed. I managed to get up. That's good enough for starters. I wash my face. I shave. I miss a spot. Well, a man looks best when he's a bit rough around the edges. When I open the window, the morning light barges into the room. It has no manners, like a thief. But I don't hate it. I slept well last night. The night before that was a mess. Sleepless nights usually bring along nothing but bad ideas. So, just the fact that I slept makes today a win. While drinking coffee, I open my notebook. It's not a blueprint for a safe. It's not a woman's phone number either. It's "Things that made me happy today." Not my style? Shut up. Humans are creatures that, if left alone, only count their misfortunes. So I consciously go out to steal them. Those little things called happiness. Yesterday, there was a comment on the article I posted on note. "It cheered me up." Just that. But those words strangely stuck in my chest. It seems my words slipped into someone's heart. Not bad. There was also a 'like'. The number of hearts shouldn't really matter, but strangely enough, every time one increases, I find myself grinning. Tch. I'm still green, aren't I? I take my camera and go outside. A stray cat whose name I don't even know. A coffee shop on the verge of going under. A security guard yawning at a red light. Click. I can take a picture. Just that is strangely fun. There's almost nothing high-end in this town. But every time I press the shutter, I think that 'here and now' is the real thing that will never return. That's quite a luxury. There are many people in this world who like to list the 'conditions for being happy.' Money. Status. Talent. Beauty. Luxury cars. Well, I won't deny it. I like stacks of cash too. But listen. Happiness is actually more messy, sloppy, and lying around everywhere. I was able to wake up in the morning. I was able to sleep at night. The food was good. Someone laughed. I was able to take a picture. My words reached someone. There are days when that is enough. No, perhaps—maybe good things and bad things are all, collectively, 'ingredients for happiness.' Failures too. Swings and misses too. Getting dumped by a woman. Dropping your wallet. They are proof that you're alive. Just the fact that you can experience them might actually be a big win. I smile while holding a cigarette in my mouth. "An unconditional happiness declaration, huh?" Sounds like the name of a phantom thief. But I don't hate it. Life, in the end—maybe it's not about what you steal from the world, but how much happiness you can find within it.

—Next is Shimotakaido! The final stop, Shimotakaido!

The conductor raised his voice.

How distant that voice sounded.

I open my eyes as my shoulder is touched.

"Um... we've arrived." "Oh... ah..." This is an excerpt from a note article.

"It's late." "You overcooked it."

My father raising his voice at a family restaurant was a daily occurrence. This is an excerpt from a note article.

I used to think that 'ward office' and 'cute' were opposites.

But the ward office in the town where I live was cute.

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My wife is from Gunma Prefecture.

She says she was made to memorize the 'Jomo Karuta' at school.

It is a set of 44 local karuta cards themed around the history, nature, industry, and great people of Gunma Prefecture, and it looks like the following.

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I opened the essay book I had been reading.

They were passionately explaining a magnificent single-piece poop.

Somehow, my own worries started to feel trivial.

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It is not just taxi drivers.

I have been told many times before, 'I like your older sister more than you.'

However, this 'wickedness' of mine that makes people say that was surely a necessary role for us to live as sisters.

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I felt happy for some reason and ended up taking nothing but videos.

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'People need others for their own sake, and the self that is needed by others is who you are.'

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