My mother always said my sister Satsu was like wood; as rooted to the earth as a sakura tree.
But she told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone...and when trapped, water makes a new path...
Now I understood the thing I´d overlooked; the point wasn´t to become a geisha but to be one. To become a geisha...well, that was hardly a purpose in life. But to be a geisha... I could see it now as a stepping-stone to something else. After all, these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.
From: Memoirs of a Geisha