So, almost four months have passed. The commodity has not worn off. The emotional scars are partially unhealed. I still find myself flipping through the thousands of pictures I took, recapturing both wonderful and challenging moments. Korea is not only a permanent part of my past, it is a living, breathing part of my present, and destined to be, in many ways, the legacy of my future. Dear Korea, while you are thousands of miles away, you are not forgotten. You are my everything and my nothing. You've given me new life. You've given me some motherly gifts. You've given me a purpose.
Every so often, I've felt it necessary to re-create myself. A bit of self-discovery, one might say. This is no longer an issue of my estranged relationship with my self-identity; rather, an opportunity for me to re-evaluate my priorities and values in life. Over the course of the last year I've switched jobs, gained and lost friends, and questioned my career/life goals. It's "time to make the donuts." Time to take out the emotional trash and time to continue to be thankful for the sweetness of life.
This is a partial awakening and the start of my enlightenment. The beginning of my glory years. Thank you to those who love me, to those who challenge me, to those who motivate me, and to those I can be myself with. You've helped me preserve my youth. You've granted me wisdom. You've made me genuine. Authentic. One of a kind. A diamond in the rough, and a work in progress.
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