Names hold weight unlike that of most other words. When one is uttered aloud, it holds more than just a mere set of syllables. With a name, there comes identification. …

Quality vs quantity is a tale as old as time. Even in the days of Odawara past, it was old .Should one make as much of something as they can, …

Once, when old days were young, a monk traveled on a dusty road to a far off monastery. He had been sent there by his guru, a wise and noble …

Three lines. Five syllables, then seven, and five once more. Short, sweet, and a breath of fresh air. The form of haiku is designed for simplicity, ease, and to shine …

Time. Such an immaterial thing, and yet it holds so much value. One cannot hold time, physically interact with it in the slightest. And yet we count it, run our …

Once a neighborly feeling flowed in the days of yore. A field sat in between two farmers fields, technically never owned by a single one of them. With wild green …

It was a normal day in the streets of Tokyo that day. People living their lives, going back and forth from work, outings with their families, all that one could …

Large, isolated, towering. An iceberg can seem massive at a glance, with the icy wall emerging from the waves. A mountain on the move, with a rising peak at the …

here was a man, in the old days, whose name filled those with dread. A human with the ability to inspire fear like no other, he held entire towns in …

“There’s a delicacy in the pleasures of life. With the struggles of going from day to day, grinding away at goals until nothing remains, you need those extra little things. …