My blog was used by plaintiff company in their pitiful attack.
I think that was one of the reason I stopped writing.
How wonderful is it to just write down your thoughts freely without consequence, without judgment, and just be absolutely honest.
Writing helps clear thoughts.
I used to write.
These days. I take picture and videos.
Yes, the picture is worth a thousand of words and the video is 30 pictures per second, but there is something so miraculous about written words.
I think it's because it attracts the imagination of the individual that reads.
Someone recently told me about beauty of reading was in the leaving the reality into the imaginative world when I mentioned that I only read non fiction.
and that someone also told me about McKittrick Hotel in New York. A newly finished hotel was locked two days after WWII and recently opened as a alternative theatrical and I found it fascinating. not really about the Shakespeare plays but the venue itself.
What is it about me that attracted to locations?
What is it about me that I see a picture of a location and have a burning desire to go there. To take a photo? no. Photo is just a proof. showing off. I want to see it with my own eyes and the adventure of getting there. Yes, there have been some occasions I say "what.. this is it?"
Perhaps I'm bored and getting to place is just substitute.
I could easily have fun socializing and being involved in intellect pulsing conversation. That used to be so fun in Seattle. I think over the years of living in Georgia that was not around and substituted with beauties of nature.
I used to be just a city boy. Wake up on the box. Get in the box to transport me so I can stare at the box all day and repeat.
Yes. there was romance in my life. Zeal and belief. There was. What's in my life now?
I thought I am content, happy and satisfied that social life, relationship was not necessary. Romantic relationship, love has not been a priority for a long time.
I didn't want to force it certainly, and definitely not in a rush.
In the beginning of moving to CA, yes there was loneliness. A familiar feeling that I have experienced before. Yet with confidence I knew how to resist and stand my ground. But the distant hollowness in my chest was keep calling me. Whenever I felt that way, I moved my body. Transport it to a location. It was a distraction. Distract my eyes with beauties of nature. The hollowness was forgotten. Nature, motorcycle riding, golf, have consumed the hollowness.
And now...
I'm in Seoul.
Is something about to spark? or is this just another fluke like before.
I want to put my whole heart in it but I'm afraid. Afraid that I will get hurt? please Chisung Lee. You've never really got hurt. The only time you got hurt, you asked for it. You've never really let yourself completely out of your guard. You probably don't even know how to be vulnerable totally.
Do you remember that time you wanted to feel a broke heart?
I wonder what my life would've been life if I didn't go through that.
Would my life have been as awesome as last ten years? awww yes. it's been 10 years.
Is this an end of chapter or beginning of a chapter?
I know I'm rambling, but it's been more than a year since my last visit here.
Here is where I stand in relation to what I have written here in the past.
Spirituality, Karma, mind, body, money, ambition, Jesus, Buddha, Universe, God, Nirvana, excitement, stimulation, happiness, death, relationship, contentment, psychedelic, minimalism... yes I remember them all still. I still talk about some to some people.
None of these are important.
Yes... may I dare I say none of these are important.
what's important is
whoever you are, you just spent your precious time to read this. 😂
Thanks for reading my nonsense.
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