No.0115：If it's bad, it's bad in moderation.

June 30,2023

The other day I stepped on a can of dog food that was lying on the floor and sprained my leg. Although I can walk there now, I had to spend four full days in bed. I had a very painful period of time with a cold dull ache that felt like there was ice in the back of my leg. Even in such a situation, I had to fulfill my assigned role at work. It would be an exaggeration to say that I was just like Takanohana, who had a bomb in his right knee when he won the championship game in the last round of the tournament with a devilish look on his face.
 
Professional baseball aces are also required to pitch well if they are bad. The team's trust in him may be lost if he destroys the game because his straight pitching is not as good as usual. He must somehow manage to dodge and keep the score down to about 2 runs in the 5th inning and wait for support from the hitters. The lack of variation in performance, in other words, stability, will lead to credibility. If he can't get it done, it can't be helped.
 
Moods are the same, sometimes they are no good, sometimes they are brilliant. Even when doing the same thing, there are times when I just can't get into the mood, feel sluggish, can't concentrate, or start cleaning up my room, and there are other times when I am in the groove and can do one thing after another, and am comfortable, what is commonly called a "flow" state. Because of these fluctuations, I decide in advance what I will do when I am in a bad mood. These are things that are relatively small in terms of psychological burden. For example, I can do things such as consolidating simple memorization, dealing with the office chores that have accumulated, or watching an educational program that may be relevant to my work.
 
But, I'm going to deviate from the title a bit, but I've come to believe that when things are really, really bad, it's not a bad idea to stop altogether. Because sometimes, it just happens. After a while of doing nothing, I start to feel a slight urge to start moving, like my sprained toe moving, little by little, little by little. From there, little by little, little by little, I think, why don't I just get back to where I am? That's how I feel.

Furthermore, because it is in bad times, I can understand the casual thankfulness of everyday life. Legs that move. A family member who covers for me when I can't move. And a dog that heals my loneliness. These are awarenesses that we would normally never notice. Instead of being frustrated with my surroundings, I should be more grateful for them. It was an event that convinced me of the merit of my injury.

Life is like a box of chocolates. you never know what you're going to get , from the movie Forrest Gump.