ノンフィクションズ

Sometimes life resembles a baseball game: instead of a leisurely stroll, it's a never-ending game with unpredictable pitches. Sometimes you miss, sometimes you're out, but for some reason, there's still excitement inside - to run to the base, even if you fall face first into the dust. At such moments, your breath is ragged, your hands are bruised, your battery is overloaded, but somewhere on the edge of the field, that very blue strip of sky is sure to shine.

It's funny and touching - because all this fuss, with mistakes, shouts and backing each other up, turns into a real drama. Not invented, not cardboard, but alive, with the taste of sweat and joy. Just turn the volume knob to ‘200%’ and suddenly you realise: awkwardness, tears, breaths and falls are also part of victory. And that means it makes sense to keep running until the whistle blows.