Kamikazeing It

You have heard of the Japanese kamikaze pilots of World Warfare 11, and their legendary bravery. How they sacrificed their lives in suicide assaults by flying straight into enemy planes and warships? At the time, the enemy was America, and they so believed in the cause of defending Japan that pilots on kamikaze missions knew before they strapped on their helmets and scooted into their cockpits that they might by no means be coming house; they would by no means be seeing their wives and children once more, and they might by no means know whether Japan would win the battle. They didn’t let themselves take into consideration any of that. They did not enable themselves the luxurious of considering of themselves. The tradition of demise instead of defeat was deeply entrenched in Japanese military tradition. The Samurai warriors had a practice often called hari-cari, during which the defeated warrior would fall on his sword before the enemy could take his life. They had, in sociological phrases, a “macro” orientation vs. a “micro.” What I mean is that the wants of the group outweighed the needs of the individual. This is what in sociology is known as a Collectivist perspective.
Here within the U.S. we do not see issues the same method. We are an Individualistic society-John Wayne rugged individualists, with Frank Sinatra crooning, “I Did It My Method” within the background. The common American doesn’t readily understand sacrificing themselves for a cause. If we do volunteer, we now have to be “talked into it,” because we had been raised in a culture the place there is an simple “every man for himself” attitude. Not to say we do not care about each other-we do. And families typically stick together here in America simply as they do in Collectivist cultures. Nevertheless, I don’t assume American army pilots would volunteer to go down in flames on objective. I’m not making any form of a judgment here on whether one tradition is better than another. I am simply declaring a cultural difference, seen clearly in the kamikaze pilot’s option to sacrifice their lives for a bigger trigger. What intrigues me in regards to the Japanese folks is whereas their tradition was sure by strict guidelines of etiquette and rich historic traditions, they were at the identical time fierce fighters-the Shoguns, Samurai and kamikazes being examples of this.
I’ve at all times beloved the Japanese people. After I was in Excessive School we had a Japanese alternate pupil who stayed for a couple of week with us. What I keep in mind most about Mitsuki was how ultra-polite she was, and the way grateful she was for every little thing we did for her. I bear in mind she was crazy about hamburgers, and she thought it was amusing, laughing often that I would frankly speak out as American teenagers do. I also bear in mind noting, even then, how totally different our cultures have been. I preferred Mitsumi, despite the fact that she seemed extraordinarily shy, and he or she and I exchanged letters for a number of months after she’d returned to Japan. I’m wondering now what Mitsumi stated to her parents about my family, and being in America after she returned dwelling. I would have cherished to been a fly on the wall throughout that conversation. I guess she also remarked how completely different our cultures had been (solely very politely).
I made the off-hand comment to my writer that I used to be going to “kamikaze it” all the way with my new ebook. What I meant was that I am pulling out all of the stops-I am going to do whatever it takes to make it a hit. I’m sure she understood what I meant. However then I really got to occupied with what I stated. Was I actually keen to kamikaze it? It sounds courageous to say it, but to do it’s a whole totally different thing. I chuckled at myself. An 50-one thing counselor swearing to be a kamikaze-what a ridiculous concept. However isn’t there one thing within the heart of all of us that wants, simply as soon as in our lives, to be brave and fearless in the face of hazard? Is not that what the Superman and Spiderman hero worship is all about? Is not that why my brother and his son take martial artwork lessons after they would not actually damage a fly? We do these items as a result of there’s something in every one in all us, no matter our tradition, that keeps ripping our shirts off to show the big “S” on our chests, simply in time to save lots of the damsel in misery. There’s one thing inside the human spirit which urges us to be larger, which pushes us to take a stand for something-to be a hero, if only in a quiet method… just like the Japanese kamikaze.
Saying I will strategy life as a kamikaze is a lot to reside up to. It means I’m not going to whine and complain, and I’m not going to feel sorry for myself (which I actually like doing). It means after I feel afraid, I’m going to have face that insecure part of me, and “suck it up.” Most of all it means I’ll be complete-heartedly courageous, and ask for what I want from life; not many of us try this. We wind up “dummying down” so others will not choose us. We “avoid the limelight” so we’re not the item of criticism. We make excuses for why we do not live full-throttle; and though we might criticize those who do, we secretly admire them for their chutzpah. Being a contemporary-day kamikaze means throwing caution to the wind, while being prepared to reach and danger for what we wish, even when ultimately we’d crash and burn. That is the prospect you are taking if you wish to be a kamikaze.
The word kamikaze means, “spirit wind.” I suppose that is what the kamikaze’s needed to find inside themselves if they had been going to stroll into the hearth and never return: the wind of the Spirit, giving them sufficient braveness to face the enemy and defy their fears. All of us are unsung heros just for collaborating on this recreation of life. All of us are a little like the kamikazes, who got here into this world to show each other a wide ranging form of courage, and to defy their fears. If we live life on this method, we may crash and burn, but no one will be capable of say about us that we didn’t live complete-heartedly. Isn’t that what legends are made of?
You loopy kamikaze, you.