Tag: 일기
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Day 11
I really like it when you kind of pick yourself up on a rotten day and do something wholesome. You hate the cold and the lack of sun. You know you get a bit blue when it’s cold and cloudy. But I love that you do small things for yourself on those days because you…
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Day 10
자연스러움. 자연스러움에 대해서 배우고 싶다. 자연스러움을 소유 하고 싶다. 자연스러운 사람 곁에 있을때 얼마나 편안하고 즐거운지. 자연스러움은 어디서 나오는 걸까? 어떤 마음가짐에서 나오는걸까?
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Day 9
1 You are just a really wonderful person who often gets caught up in existential loneliness. You think that it’s a flaw, but it’s not your fault that it happens to you. It just happens, and that is just a fact. You enjoy observing people, though; sometimes, it’s not a voluntary choice. You notice small…
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Day 2
I guess I’m not a machine. I can’t just program myself to do things at certain times. You can’t just autopilot through your entire life. I definitely tried that. How harsh of me! I am so human (surprise, surprise). I get discouraged, I get jealous. I need pep talk, I need attention and tenderness from…
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파도, 모래성
파도가 친다내 마음속에경이로운 건지폭풍같은 건지잘 모르겠다 일렁이는 파도가재미있는 것 같다가도이게 맞나 싶기도 하고 많은 사람들이 왔다 간다해변의 물결처럼물결이 스친 곳엔 흔적이 남는다 제 각기 다른 모양새의 곡선들이나의 모래성을 지나울타리를 깎고새로운 모래를 덧붙이고끝내, 나는 변화한다모래성은 매순간이위태하다그래도 나는 이 파도에내 성을 맡긴다나를 붕괴시킬지영광스럽게 할지알 수 없지만나는 이 해변이 좋다내가 선택한 이 해변 만약에 어쩌다 나의 성이흔적없게 되더라도,…
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It’s delicate
Surrounded by acquaintances, friends, family and love interests, and yet.. To the question ‘Why is it never enough?’ lies a futile answer. There is within me a secret chamber. It’s the source of all the vacuous feelings that often engulf me. I was vaguely aware of this in the past, now it is a resounding…
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Like a wildflower
I can’t get over how beautiful and refreshing this green is. the cool morning air is cleansing my mind. I love this moment. Where was I all along? Why did I not see this even though I was looking at it all the time? Ah at least I am now. At least I’m here now.…
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a million flowers
To bloom a million flowers, He says I must give and give and give without holding back. My simple but grand mission. My humble but high mission. All else is nothing. All else is rubbish. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to forget and live a meaningless life. I want to see those…
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On D-day
One and a half glasses of wine later, on one of the most (secretly) monumental days of my entire adult life. – unedited 15 hours later I wrap everything up, get the chores done, all prepped for another day, another week. I made sure not to deviate from my routine. I did exactly the same…
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Spring and you
Warm, colourful and lovely was the day that we briskly stepped into spring together. The day was just like you. I recognised a certain gleam in your eyes, full of intent and curiosity. Your mind, sharp and agile. You paint landscapes with your words when you speak, forming intricate gardens with your ideas. But I…
