The Black Spots and the White Spots
I wrote a diary entry. And I felt like posting. Writing because I want to. Not because I have to. Not because it is my job now to write about health. Also, this post will have words involving many languages. Not because I want to show off. Just because some feelings seem right in some languages, more than others. At least to me. Anyway here is this diary entry. Annyeong. (Hello in Korean) Naneun kkum-gatteun saesang sogeseo sarasseo. Hangsang. (I have lived in a dream-like world. Always.) I thought living practically would benefit me. But at the same time, I thought there would be some aspects of the world that would be ideal. Some parts, that would be utopian. Some parts that would make me feel that there is some value that I am adding to the world. I have been practical, yet I have dreamt. Looking back is all I can do. Looking forward is intimidating. This is something that I have realized to be common between me and my Maa. I am afraid I would resemble her, more and more as I