I asked Mr. P
It's been about 20 years since I met someone (Mr. P). When we met, I was still a student, and Mr. P was an assistant director who was 10 years older. It all started when I came to law class as a comrade (person involved in journalism) of my teacher (lawyer) and took a lecture. I was struck by that lecture, and I began to go and listen to the trial.
While there were no young people on the plaintiff's side, it felt out of place for me to participate alone, and everyone said, “What is this kid?” I kept sending a gaze like that, but when I was talking to my teacher (the leader of the lawyers team), I was like, “Oh that girl!” Mr. P looked surprised and came up. “I felt like I had seen it somewhere.” “Until now, there were no students who actually participated, so I never thought they were kids in that class.” After that, we talked frequently, and we became friends talking while drinking alcohol.
Then, 10 years later, after working as an overseas bureau chief, Mr. P, who came back to Japan, became a producer and was in a position to lead news programs. At that time, I couldn't forget that Mr. P said, “I want to be my old blue self even when I'm in this position.”
Mr. P progressed steadily in his career, and he became a human resources manager a while ago.
Furthermore, recently, 20 years after we met, Mr. P became the press manager.
So, I decided to ask Mr. P something. “There's something I'd like to ask Mr. P as press manager. You work as a reporter that conveys the truth as it is, and is there anything you would definitely like to face and ask about accidental questions about the world head-on? Is there still a desire to do coverage with a green smell even now?”
A reply from Mr. P. “It's hard to get rid of the pale smell from my body. Of course, that's because I don't want to get rid of the blue smell, but I think it all comes down to “not being able to fully become an adult.” This is because I strongly feel that when I think about the ultimate style of the meaning of being alive, giving life to this world, and ending life after being even a little useful to society, I don't think I can behave as an adult (in this case, it indicates cunning, contradiction, absurdity... etc.). I also believe it's better to be a little clumsy than to live dexterously.”
My goal in 10 years is not to forget the “pale smell” like Mr. P.
What do you think about monks remaining “pale”?
