There’s something humbling about seeing the animal kingdom in action. Raw power struggles and survival instincts play out in real time: pure self interest. Yet in stark contrast tender moments of nurture, community, and affection.

On an island in the Pacific Ocean there’s a park, Nara Park. Rolling green hills sprinkled with ancient shrines and historic buildings. And amidst all of that a curious phenomenon takes place. Biscuits are sold in droves. Why you might ask? For the feeding of over a thousand roaming deer.

Let’s talk about food in Japan. Being a collection of small islands they are deeply acquainted with the sea. They know a portion of her secrets, which is mile’s beyond what others can claim. Today I actively pursued an onigiri from the finest of establishments: a seven eleven. Mind you, this was after having one…

I visited Japan in January of 2019. Since then I’ve had fond memories of Japan to reflect on. Today, those fading moments were sparked to life with an outrageous intensity. To be in Japan is to love Japan.

How is that possible? A worthy question. Maybe with no clear answer. The struggle is worth it.