The sea shimmered and smiled in the sunlight. I had just flown from and returned to Hong Kong after a trip from there to Nepal and Singapore. It was January 1995. "The Pearl of the Orient" greeted me with her exquisite smile. Ships from around the world came and went on the waters of Victoria Harbor, which was studded with gems of glistening light.
There is always drama in Hong Kong. The atmosphere is charged with energy, as if something is about to happen--pedestrians in a hurry, brightly colored billboards and neon signs, business people talking loudly on their mobile phones, and shop windows like kaleidoscopes.
Full of life, people walk the streets engaged in clamorous, energized conversation. Restless vigor, sun-like cheerfulness. Honest simplicity. I love Hong Kong, which somehow reminds me of Kansai.
If you go off the busy main street, you see lines of clothes hanging like arrays of international flags from over-crowded apartment buildings. You hear the boisterous sounds of living and smell the food cooking in street vendors' pots.
The people of Hong Kong are living with all their strength and energy. With wit, mettle, luck and perseverance, everyone is looking for a chance, everyone is struggling desperately with life's realities.
Hong Kong is not a place for sentimentality--there is no time for it. The whole city is a huge vortex searching for something resplendent. At the center of this vortex is Victoria Harbor. Along the north and south sides of the strait thrive the twin cities of Kowloon and Hong Kong.
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Victoria Harbor is deep; it is calm because the mountains to the north and south block the wind. There is usually little difference between low and high tides, and so the harbor provides an excellent anchorage for ships and makes for easy loading and offloading of cargo. It is a truly fine, natural harbor. For this reason, Hong Kong has been much sought after and has endured many vicissitudes of fortune.
The British annexed Hong Kong as a result of the First Opium War (1839-42). It is said that the harbor was once surrounded with warehouses for storing opium. Years later, there were exchanges of fire across the strait. The Japanese army attacked the British on Hong Kong Island, targeting British oil tanks with their artillery. The British retaliated, bombarding the Japanese on Kowloon Peninsula, the harbor turning into a sea of fire on both sides. Then, for three years and eight months, Hong Kong had to suffer the nightmare of Japanese occupation.
Yet Hong Kong surmounted each fierce wave of hardship, including harsh economic times. On each occasion, the people fought bravely and won. They stubbornly refused to let anything defeat them.
As a point where East meets West, Hong Kong has voraciously accepted everything from both, be it materials, people, information or technology, and put it to good use. As a result, the island, once a haven for pirates, has become one of the world's most thriving ports of international trade. The dilapidated village where boys once rode water buffalo among the banyan trees now enjoys economic power surpassing that of some European nations.
What energy it must have required to overcome the adversity of colonialism and transform the island devoid of natural resources into a forest of skyscrapers! The history of Hong Kong is a testament to the fact that people can turn the impossible into the possible if they work at it seriously.
It is my belief that as long as Hong Kong maintains her optimism and vitality, her tomorrow will be even better and brighter, like this harbor shimmering in the sunlight.
[Adapted from an essay in Our Beautiful Earth: Photos and Essays of My Travels, by Daisaku Ikeda, April 2, 2000, Seikyo Press, Tokyo, Japan.]