And when the book comes out, I hope you will go wild, wild, wild. But at that time, don't worry too much about your wife.
Leave her alone. She is not the kind of woman who can understand that at such an important time. Leave her alone. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. You're not old enough to be involved in such things, and you're not old enough to waste your life on such things. Leave that wife alone when she is the flag bearer for this revolutionary era of global innovation. Don't waste your energy and time on it. That's how big your mission is. That's how big your mission is, and that's how big the expectations are. A man is only as good as his work.
It's good that you have a lot to reflect on. It means you have a lot to look forward to when you get back home. I still haven't finished reflecting on my life. Nor do I intend to. I just drink and say, “Well, that was fun,” and I often get scolded.
There are people like the saints, who are always working hard, always striving. If you don't always move forward and grow, you don't have ambition. That is why I am always told, “Ryoma, you have no ambition. I am told to “read a few books,” but I just let that kind of thing slide by me from right to left. I don't like what I don't like. I don't care. I do what I can do, and only what I can't get myself in trouble for. I know that may sound like an excuse.
But I am fine with that for now. And even though it may sound like a joke to say that I want to go higher, or that I want to be enlightened, or that I need to work harder and harder to get to the next level, for now, I'm just going to live my life as I am. But for now, I'm going to live my life thinking that this is all right. When you come back, you will have plenty to do, and it will be fun. Until then, you can put off reflection. Okay?
In my world, I had a fine Japanese sword called a Wakizashi. You moderns may not have it, but God has provided you with a magnificent sword from the time you were born. Go fight with that sword, if you are a man. Don't let unlucky women fight you.
From Sakamoto Ryoma's “Ryoma Barkeru” (How Ryoma Barked)