I love ramen. I'm not lying, I really want to eat it every meal every day. How did I come to love it so much? I don't have a clear memory.Just as no one knows the very first drop of the Amazon River.I fondly remember when I was about five years old, my younger brother and I would share a bowl of Myojo Chalmera ramen that my grandmother made as a snack. We used to check each other's food and eat it slowly because if we finished it first, we would be envious of the other.
 
　My father, mother, younger brother, and I all loved ramen in our family. On Saturdays, when we only had classes in the morning, our lunch was always Sapporo Ichiban Miso (easily stretched) or Shio (with a nice bag of sesame seeds). It seems that the habit and taste of these days have become ingrained in my body, and even now, I usually have Sapporo Ichiban for lunch on Saturdays. Just like the cunning marketing of McDonald's, which uses inexpensive set menus that come with toys to instill in our bodies the fun and delicious experience of eating out when we were little, and make us lifelong customers.
 
I think I was in elementary school in the sixth grade, and my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas night. I requested yakitori (grilled chicken) and cup noodles, which I liked at the time, and I remember the strange family dinner table on the holy night of Christmas when we sipped cup noodles instead of eating cake. It was definitely one of the happiest times for me. It's so much better than the overpriced meals with my boss which I eat with meticulous care. Although we were not wealthy, this irreplaceable and heartwarming experience made me think that being too focused on money is boring.
 
When I was in junior high school and high school, I often went to the nearby Kurumaya Ramen with my family and friends. At that time, it was the best luxury for me to order the deluxe, all-in-one dish. However, there is a Kurumaya Ramen near my current residence, but unfortunately, I don't feel the same excitement as I did back then. The reason is that I have experienced many other noodle shops. It's like a strange calmness that comes from a loss of enthusiasm for idols after your attention has shifted from them to hard rock. However, even now, when I eat Kurumaya Ramen, the taste of it becomes like a bookmark in a book, and it pulls up nostalgic memories of my junior high and high school days that I left behind somewhere in a corner of my mind, making me feel somewhat sad.
 
At one time, I was so fed up with being a salaryman that I was serious about starting Ramen Jiro. As I mentioned above, ramen is the number one source of happiness for me. In such a situation, while waiting for the completion of Ramen Jiro, I used to eagerly watch the mutual work of the owner and his assistant, the owner's wife, as a chance to steal their know-how on store management. I'm sure I must have looked like a strange customer from the side. This kind of seriousness was quite anxiety (and frustration) for my wife, who had just married me, bought a house, and took out a loan. I was really upset when she got a circular bald spot on her head. It is still one of the choices I would like to try. But I never wanted to say to my wife, "Can you boil bean sprouts with me? "
 
Life is a one-shot deal that cannot be redone. So, what do you want to do? It is important to make an honest choice. What I mean by that is to keep the logic of profit and loss to a moderate level, and to be more honest with your senses and instincts. There are times when you understand something in theory, but it doesn't feel quite right, does it? Is it really okay for me to be doing this right now? Me! I've had the experience of wasting a lot of time and regretting it because I wanted to have a modest amount of money, or stability. I believe that if you feel strongly for too long that something doesn't feel right, it's better to move on to where you should be. In fact, it may even bring you more money later on.
 
If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?