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I visited the son of an acquaintance who was hospitalized for mental illness. He is kind and intelligent, but his anger prevents him from functioning properly in society. I think he developed this illness after suffering from intense competition while working at *** in the United States. My wife and I went to talk with him, and he seemed much better. He waited for us to speak, responded, and even played arm wrestling with us. Meanwhile, next to us, a 60-year-old mother was visiting her 40-year-old daughter. The daughter was constantly shaking her legs, had almost no expression, and seemed listless, but she continued the conversation. However, the mother greeted us, introduced her daughter's name, and expressed pride in her. Despite her daughter's many shortcomings and problems, the mother cherished and took pride in her daughter, and I experienced a truly beautiful moment feeling the mother's maternal love.
Early in the morning
blocking out the sound of cars
carrying the sound of birdsong
on the leaves
snails
mind is busy
sharpen senses
open eyes wide
And walk down the road. without friction...
hurried steps lead to
that place
Irene's full moon water drops
dedication of the environmental beautification worker,
endure of slowness
the air's hair
cleaning the world's trash
moist and soft lotion
a snail's day today
an S-shaped nail  same
the filament inside the red light bulb.
It stands out from the other gates
It is a gate that is there but not there
a small gate
the most beautiful gate of all

It is a gate that does not require a key
It is a gate that all can open
It is a gate of love

A gate that sings as the wind passes by
A gate that sings as the moonlight passes by
A gate that makes everything sing
including the puppy
—the gate interwind with beings.
Value symbols, but don't become a symbolist.
Value images, but don't become an image-oriented person.
Value form, but don't become a formalist.
Value facts, but don't become a realist.
Value philosophy, but don't become a demagogue.
Value the invisible, but don't become a religious fanatic.
Value resistance, but don't become a revolutionary.
Value romance, but do not become a romantic.
Value history, but do not become a historian.
Value leadership, but do not become a dictator.
Value intelligence, but do not become an intellectual.
Value liberation, but do not become a surrealist.
Value ethnicity, but do not become a nationalist.
Value freedom, but do not become a liberal.
Value equality, but do not become an egalitarian.
No matter how valuable it may be, do not express it as an ideology.
That does not mean you should become a decadent.
Today I went to a Leonia Park with grandchildren. I was busy playing with them. at some point I noticed an unfamiliar child looking up at me and smiling. The child was wearing shabby clothes, had unkempt hair, sunburned cheeks. But that was so lovely like a gem in the mud but another child with nice clothes, well-groomed hair, and sun-kissed cheeks can never possess it. despite my own worn-out smile, I smiled back at the child as a gesture of gratitude. Then the child began to follow us and played together. especially the view of the child struggling to lift Samuel and trying to place him on a horse saddle or staircase is indescribable in words. Then I saw the child's back as she returned to parents. soon after someone called out "Irene" so I thought the child's name is Irene. Irene came over with a cookie in the left hand and placed it in Samuel's hand and then returned to them. I imagine they might be crying somewhere in the playground. I called Irene and gave two oranges and yogurt, gesturing for Irene to eat them. Irene enjoyed the first few drinks and then took them back to them. This time too, I didn't watch Irene go back to them until the end. Before long, darkness fell and I left for home with the children and Irene's gaze in my heart.
even if it's boring
write
even if you don't feel moved
as you write
you will find it.
When I look at the clock
I realize that time passes quickly
and it is precious

Let's live with a sense of time.
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