そんざい = いま} + ここ
existence = now + here
It was exactly 10:05 a.m. on a Sunday. April 19. A cool, sharp spring breeze was drifting off the Rhine, carrying the faint scent of wet earth and distant bakery yeast through the streets of Basel.
I was sitting on a wooden bench in Petersplatz, holding a notebook, waiting for a thought to arrive.
If you ask me to jot down the very first thing that comes to my mind right now, it isn’t a grand philosophy. It isn’t a list of things I need to achieve before the year ends.
It is just five simple words: I am here, right now. And I have slowly come to realize that this is the only metric that actually matters.
The Carpenter and the Twisted Wood
Across the square, there is a massive, ancient tree. Its trunk is severely knotted, twisting in on itself like a giant, frozen fist. Its branches jut out at erratic, mathematically impossible angles.
An older man in a heavy wool coat sat down on the bench next to me. He watched the tree for a long time.
“Terrible wood,” he finally muttered, unprompted. “I used to build furniture. If you cut that tree down, you couldn’t make a single straight board out of it. It’s too twisted for a dining table. The grain is too chaotic to make a door. It is completely useless.”
He shook his head, stood up, and walked away.
I sat there, watching the sunlight filter through the chaotic canopy. The carpenter was right. But he had missed the entire point.
The Salvation of Being “Useless”
Because that tree could not be turned into a table, it was never cut down. Because it could not be neatly processed, boxed, and sold, it survived for three hundred years.
- It does not produce anything.
- It does not strive for efficiency.
- It simply stands in the dirt and provides shade for anyone who happens to walk by.
Its sheer “uselessness” was its ultimate salvation.
The Tyranny of the Straight Line
We live in a world that demands we be straight lumber.
From the moment we are born, we are told that our value is derived from our utility.
- What can you build?
- What can you produce?
- How can you be optimized, polished, and sold to the highest bidder?
We spend our entire lives trying to iron out our knots. We try to force our chaotic, branching minds into perfectly straight, productive lines. And when we fail to be “useful,” we feel a crushing, heavy guilt.
The Gravity of Just Existing
But the truth is much quieter. You do not need to justify your existence by what you produce.
You do not need to be a perfectly straight board.
You are here. You are breathing the cool April air. Your heart is pulling blood through your chest. You are occupying a specific coordinate in space and time that will never exist again in the exact same way.
- The pressure to achieve is an illusion.
- The timeline you are rushing against is entirely made up.
When the static in your head gets too loud, you have to remind yourself of the twisted tree. You do not have to be useful to be whole. You do not have to be moving to be alive.
You are here. And that is all that matters.
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