I didn’t bring much clothes when I came to Japan, but still my baggage felt quite heavy to carry. Besides books, my bag were filled with some gifts from my friends (which actually not essential for my stay in Japan). Yet, I never regret bringing them here, because they constantly remind me that there are some people that care for me, (hopefully) as much as, or even more than I care for them...
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I think you often read something like this before, but I’ll write anyway...
It always feels good to go eating with my lab friends or my home-stay family, since they are much more concerned in any ‘edible objects’ that I eat than me myself. Not only they always try ‘to feed’ me with more high-calorie food (to help me gain more weight :-) ), they also always check first whether the food contain meat or not (I refrain eating meat here in Japan for a reason related to my religion, except it is stated clearly that the meat is okay for me). Like when we bought Takoyaki (たこ焼: baked octopus) on our way back from batting center; they didn’t forget to ask first whether the Takoyaki contain meat or not. The waiter quickly replied that there was no meat there, and that they only used seafood for the ingredients. Feeling safe with the response, we proceeded to buy some, but the waiter halted us by saying that actually they added something else to the food. We started to worry that it was something that I shouldn’t eat, when the waiter told us that ‘that something else’ was aijou (愛情: love :-) ).
We couldn’t help laughing at that time, but by the time we ate it, it did taste a little bit different. Of course it should have been tasted the same as (or at least similar to) any other Takoyaki that I had eaten before. But the notion of “love inside Takoyaki” was enough to change the Takoyaki into something different. Something special (special enough to be mentioned here :-) ).
Well, by now you should have already figured out what are the words that I think would properly answer the question above (i.e. because there’s love inside it). However, it will lead to the next question: does it always feel warmer to wear gift clothes? If you don’t often buy your clothes yourself (like me... :-) ), may be you won’t feel the warmth all the time. It is because you already get used to it and often don’t think much about the fact that somebody gave it to you. Similar to the Takoyaki case: if the waiter didn’t mention about the bonus ‘love’ inside, the Takoyaki wouldn’t taste differently. No matter how much love that they put inside it, your clothes won’t feel warmer if you don’t think about the giver. It is their love to you and your love back to them that synergistically help to make it feels warmer. Without it, the love inside won’t glint, and you won’t feel the esoteric geniality lies inside. (By the way, although I mentioned the word ‘love’ quite a lot of time here, it is not only gift from your lover that I mean. Even sometimes your family or friends can love you to an extent that your lover can’t...).
And of course, clothes is just an example (I picked it up because I received clothes from lots of people :-) ). Any gift from your friends, family, or other people that cares about you is filled with their love. By knowing that they love you and having the same feeling to them, you’ll be able to sense that, however simple the gift is, it indeed something special.
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