I finally understand the way of the samurais: - their ethics and code of honour. I also understand the act of harakiri practised in the ancient rituals. Seppuku was seen as a noble act...to 'die' with honour, and to atone for one's unforgivable acts.
Of course, nothing meant more to these special group of men who upheld "Bushido" - a special code of conduct. Values like integrity,loyalty, courage and wisdom are all part of their make up. In short, they are bound by these values and are made to be accountable for their actions.
What does the above got to do with the event of the day?
Plenty.
It has been a day of great reckoning...of personal responsibilities and whether or not I have been able to carry out the 'amanah' placed upon me. I fell short...and now, I think there is a price to pay.
Yes...I bear the consequences. There is no running away from it. I will be held accountable. I apologise for all the shortcomings, and I will pay the heavy price...which I readily accept...
Shock does strange things to a person. That would explain why, when the scarf came off, I found a streak of white on my head. I literally aged upon hearing the news. But that is still nothing. More will be needed. But before I leave, I promise, that I will do my very best to make up for my folly, and that the mistakes will not be repeated.
I am sorry that I have let you down.
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