A few words about Okinawa. Sadly, I left my travel journal at home. As I said before I'm back in Ithaca and I dare not ask my parents to send my journal.
The two big places for me where many ideas for stories, philosophies, and poetry came to mind where in Kyoto and Okinawa. Why Okinawa? Was it the intoxicating salt sea air, waking up to the sound of waves crashing on the rocks, or the rhythmic beats of the Okinawan Drum? Ah, it was combination of all that and much more.
Okinawa is another place in my memory I look back on the as place where ,I guess, I changed? Grew emotionally? Can't seem to find the right word at the moment.
There I learned forgiveness is hard, peace of mind will come with time, and real friends pinch when they try to save you. I believe for a time in Japan up until the trip of Okinawa I lost sight of what I wanted in life, my goals, my hopes and my DREAMS. The most important aspect of ME, my dreams. My dreams keep me going. Well, in short I found them while looking through my wallet. The little pieces of paper-one written by me and the other by my father-and I smiled knowing that I can still dance staring right into the dragon's eyes without fear.
Shuri Castle
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