We Don't Become Geisha Because

Now I Know That Our World Is No More Permanent Than A Wave Rising On The Ocean. Whatever Our Struggles And Triumphs, However We May Suffer Them, All Too Soon They Bleed Into A Wash, Just Like Watery Ink On Paper.

For A Flicker Of A Moment I Imagined A World Completely Different From The One I'd Always Known, A World In Which I Was Treated With Fairness, Even Kindness-- A World In Which Fathers Didn't Sell Their Daughters.

The Swan Who Goes On Living In Its Parents' Tree Will Die; This Is Why Those Who Are Beautiful And Talented Bear The Burden Of Finding Their Own Way In The World.

A Tree May Look As Beautiful As Ever; But When You Notice The Insects Infesting It, And The Tips Of The Branches That Are Brown From Disease, Even The Trunk Seems To Lose Some Of Its Magnificence.

Was Life Nothing More Than A Storm That Constantly Washed Away What Had Been There Only A Moment Before, And Left Behind Something Barren And Unrecognizable?