On my mind

Around four years ago I read this book- Memoirs of a Geisha. Sometime later watched Sayuri and the Chairman come alive on celluloid.
The book had left me wondering about the Geishas, survival, effort to stay beautiful, make art seem natural, their world and the war.
I watched the movie again, this time what I got out of it was- simplicity of sense of purpose. Chiyo’s encounter with the Chairman gave those vacant blue eyes on a perfect oriental face the ‘purpose,’ she thought she would never find. The purpose was to be a Geisha. Artist par excellence, who will take every step only to get her closer to the man; who on one insignificant afternoon gave her- few yens, an ice cream, and a world that was unseen. There goes Chiyo…running with smiles, how simple seems the sense of purpose….how innocent was that desire…no place for complications, just a plain intent…

That’s what it is- I’ve complicated my purpose, so much so that it seems like an illusion. The intent is so lost that the essence of it is fake, desires so many, that their achievability puts me in doubt. Like Chiyo, all I need is that simplicity, like Sayuri, all I need is that intent…