I really hope that the quality of my poor English improves.
Recently I have been reading foreign paperbacks everyday to learn English.
Once a new year came, I happened to decide starting a private plan to read whatever English books despite I'm not able to realise the meaning of foreign words.
Then I chose "Who Moved My Cheese?" as the first one which I should challenge with, because that book is thin and recommended for beginners by many person.
Nevertheless, it was a bit difficult to me. My knowledge of English vocabulary is very poor, so I always had to count on various dictionaries to reveal the meaning of lots of unknown words and expressions.
But I have denied myself and never given up, because it's so exciting to break into the world of foreign language beyond thick and tall walls which mean to sabotage my invasion, the action which extends a new amount of verbal knowledge makes my brain awake. Perhaps only keeping alive, I think that human will get weaker and more boring. Boring days generally make a person suffer from a vacant feeling and lose a fresh insight. If I don't mean to get any understandings or informations, certainly I will fall into a filthy bottom of the human existence. My brain will cloud completely, get like a solid stone which can't sense any lights and sounds in all the world. That vision about the future is too much terrible to me. I want to keep myself as innovative and flexible as possible, to my belief that way will be more pleasant than having a life like a cold tombstone which tells nothing anyway.
If I can use only Japanese language, I probably won't get out from the narrow area closed by my own nature. My insight will reach only the place within ordinary experiences of my life, so that I won't be able to expand my world of thoughts and imaginations anymore. The language is a important stairway towards all the different, novel zone of our life, that will makes exactly our eyes open for mysterious other places.
When I had been younger so much, I had read a seriese of HARRY POTTER which was translated into Japanese. The far memory about contents of the strange story barely remained now in the depth of my soul. So I've been reading books of HARRY POTTER recently, depending on the faint memory a long time ago. Contrary to my expectation in advance, I could understand most of the meanings of English letters which tell me an excellent and fantastic story of HARRY POTTER. Helped by the power of an amusing narrative, I have kept myself reading it everyday, before going to bed, or at the train to go for working. Many unknown words have appeared one after another, so that I must use loads of my imaginations to reveal the meanings of all enigmatic sentences.