[33 years ago] Wow it's so old.

33 years ago, my friend, but he must look me down LoL, left our town to go to the biggest capital city in Japan. He had almost nothing then. He had no house there. He washed his head and body in the sink at the kitchen in his work place. Then just a year later, he came back to our town on holiday by Rolls-Royce. Since then he's been making money presumably for at least one hundred of thousand or hundreds of thousand dollar every month until now. You know, there are so many richer people out there. This guy might be not so rich. But it's good to keep making money without his labor. He always goes fishing to a bay weekdays, though I wonder what fishing on a boat for 30 years contributes to our world.

Sometimes I wonder what making money is. Especially in Japan, older generation, but even still now, some or many people feel guilty about making money. They feel that making money is not innocent or clean. That's a controversy. Probably they see only the bad way to make money. Nevertheless, every onece in a while, I feel empty with thinking of making money. Probaly, because there is another thing as precious as money too in our life.

Anyhow, I felt him very anxious when he said to me good-bye 33 years ago. I thought would he be okay?