The Mother Ocean.

What is nature?

If I were asked to this question, I would probable say "Everything".

Since everything in this world, even us are from so called mother nature.

Then, where all these living things come from.

If I remember rightly, the answer is the Ocean.

Yes, I love the Ocean. 

                                                      

 The Mediterian

My hometown is coastal city, and it takes just 5 minutes to get to the beach from my home.

Moreover, I literally lived on the ocean for about 2 years when I served in the Navy.

Since, I could see the ocean almost everyday before I came to here, I have so many good memories.

What was the best?

Being in the middle of the Indian ocean, in the middle of the night.

When my ship was across the Indian ocean, I went to the Heli deck in midnight for no reason.

I couldn't see anything for the first few seconds ,so I was frightened.
(Naval ships turn off every lights on outside deck after sunset.)

Then I saw it.

I saw the tons of lights in the sky, countless stars.

I got overwhelmed by that scene.

I felt complete soloness, even though there were more than 250 crews in the ship.

That was just...

I lie on the Heli deck, and I couldn't stop laughing. I just couldn't.

I can't stop smiling as I wrote this post.

My digital camera couldn't afford to take the image,

but somewhere in my brain will not delete this image for the rest of my life,

and I still dreams of the Ocean.

 The wild Indian ocean

The Way I am...

By the next month, I will has been here United States for one year.
I wanna reminiscence the days I spent in here.


Whenever people asked me why did I come to America, I always said that I came here to study English.
It is true, but that is not the real reason.

Before I came to here, I had finished my duty for the military in my country, South Korea.
I was lucky.  I experienced various things that I had never before, and I though that I had grown up.
But, still I couldn't find an answer for The Way I am...

I wanted to know what kind of a person I am...
That's the real reason why I came to America.
I wanted to know who am I, and what is the life...

Before I came to here, I made a pact with myself that I will live by myself in America.
Ten days after I landed here, I got a part time job to live by myself.
I knew I am not allowed to get a job, but I got a job. (Sorry...)

For the six months that I spent in GTLI, I worked everyday, and I was being different from others.
Even there were many Korean students, I couldn't melt in those groups.
I felt jealous of other students' lives. I never had a free time.
I was hopeless at that time.

And the most problem was that I was alone, and I was lonely...

At those days, I wasn't sure about myself.
"Am I doing right?", "What have I done?'
"Did I accomplished something in here?"
Those questions were always in my head.
And then, I thought that the whole things in here was a mistake.
I just wanted to forger everything and wanted to go back to my country.
I have hit the bottom of the barrel at that time.

At that very moment I realized.
This is not me.  This is not the person who I know.
This is not The Way I am...

Paradoxically, I smiled at that moment.
I was totally forget about the only pros that I have.
(sorry, it's a secret...) The fact that I'm just 22.
The moment that I wanted to go back to my country was the big turning point.



Today, I finished my first semester in Georgia Perimeter College.
When I heading back to my house, I tried to summarize my days in America.
I wasn't really proud of myself for the most of days in here, but at least the last months
I'm satisfying about my self.
I assumed that those days were a mistake, but I thought that maybe there are some mistakes
that are needed for my life.  And yes I have hit the bottom, so now the only thing left is
ascending...

The Way I am... maybe we already know about that... maybe we just forget about it...

Maybe I should not posted this whole thing because there is no creativity in this paragraph...

I miss my creative writing class... I just wanted to inform that I'm still alive...

I hope I can see Ruth, and my classmates...

Colours... Life is...

Orange

 Everything has the Beginning and the Ending

Red

Life is Repetition of that

Yellow

Sometimes, we see the ending that we didn't Want 

Blue

 But, through the ending that we can't Avoid

Black

We are becoming an Adult...

Maybe, Life is just a dream, you know that never Ending...

I'm Ascending...

Scenes from the Sunday.

 Organization in the Chaos

Fiat lux

Let there be Light

 The old Tire

  A raison d'être

 Life goes on

Junior

An Amusement Park

So needy......

Where the hell am I?

Busan

Synchronized   Dynamic

Growing   Promising   and Missing

The place that makes me calm, but the place that I always wanted to leave.

The Journey Home

NYC

Fancy   Crowded

Blazing   never Sleeping   but in someway Disgusting

The place that coexisting the Everything and the Nothing.

Paradoxxx

Who the hell am I?

Kid

Settled  Regular

Squandering  Revolving  Chasing

I was nothing but a child who has all grown up.

DayDreamer

Destruction

Vulnerable  Emotional

Floating  Wandering  but Mending

I

'm looking for an answer to who I am?

Rebirth

My Father, and My Mother Taught Me...

My father taught me No Thing

He just taught me to Follow my Guts

My mother taught me to Believe Her

She just taught me to Follow Her

As I grew up, she let me Follow my Guts


Now, whenever I am lost in the Journey of my Life

I Follow my Guts