02.26.1999
My brittle steps carried me along until, at long last, I took my final breath. I had come in sight of the sea, with its sparkling ripples, so brilliant all those summers ago, now gauzy and subdued, as if veiled in tulle. And when the seagulls cut through the clear blue sky, their cries speaking… Continue reading apricity
40 I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry.2 He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog,and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.3 He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God.Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord. I recently encountered this Psalm in a… Continue reading psalm 40, a new song
2 minutes away from the concert venue, streets saturated with parked cars, it dawned upon me that I had not considered the parking situation. A responsible man always considers the parking situation. Despondent but desperate, I cut my death spiral of negative thoughts short and stopped the car. I opened up a parking app on… Continue reading space orphan
You presented a bundle of little wildflowers which you had plucked for me along the way. Though I didn’t appreciate such gestures as a child, it was perhaps because I had since grown and become more wary of taking things for granted, and perhaps because the action itself was reminiscent of a simpler, fonder time,… Continue reading 그 자연이 네게 뭐라고 하니?
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about caterpillars and butterflies. Specifically the phenomenon of metamorphosis. It kind of struck me just how crazy it is. That a mere caterpillar, without guidance, knows to form a cocoon and transform. Who could have imagined that these small, helpless creatures would one day bear beautiful, ornate wings and… Continue reading on the cost of knowing: butterflies and meaning
Why were we made just so, to find so many things that happened every day pretty? George Saunders, "Tenth of December" I revisited some old journal entries and came across one titled "Moments that brought me joy today" from about 2 years ago (That title was really vulnerable for me to share). Included in it… Continue reading one spring day
In the forest, every least thing’s important. It’s all threaded together, so you can’t tell where one thing ends and another begins if you really look at it. The little insects you can’t even see, they play a role as vital as the river. The dead tree is as important as the living one. There… Continue reading thoughts since watching Train Dreams
There are aspects of my personality that I’m currently wrestling with. A lot. I scare myself often, and lately, I’ve been despising aspects of myself that I used to love. As I grow older, the rosy tint in my glasses is wearing off, and what I once viewed as strengths are starting to look more… Continue reading INFP growing pains: on momentary transports
There is a scene that has stayed with me long since watching it. It’s from a 2000 slice-of-life Taiwanese film called Yi Yi. Although the film runs just shy of 3 hours, I left the theater wishing that it was longer. Many of the scenes from this film have continued to linger in my mind.… Continue reading on the longing we carry
1/13/25 - MondayFirst full day in Japan. Hasn't really sunk in yet. Train system was harder to navigate than I expected. Scary to not know anyone, nor the language. Train conductor guy was really rude to me, feel bad for not knowing Japanese. Currently on the train to Kamakura. Japan is so pretty. Love the… Continue reading journal entries: the week as a microcosm of life
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