f(Seoul)

Once in a while, when I feel completely satisfied with myself yet left awaken in the middle of the night, I like to take a stroll around the neighbor hood. Sometimes the quietness of the city and the darkness of the known paths can enlighten a new thought. The sojourn walks are the most comfortable completeness I feel between the serenity of life and the clandestine pleasures of the ego.

If anyone has ever read the book "The Anthem" by Ayn Rand (a rather quick book, probably takes about 1-2 hrs to read?), they will understand that the privacy of the individual, the right to enjoy life as a subjective being, is the quitessence of free life.

What or where is the place of your complete privateness. Perhaps it is not a place but an object of reminder, or a familiar tune. It may not bring you the same feeling and thought that it brings me, but hopefully it will be the place where it is yours and yours alone.

To many of us, it is even this computer, this blog. It was often that locked diary under our mattress steeped with eternal secrets and passions. But the past is only to be remembered, where do you and can you listen to yourself talk, not ridiculed by your peers nor crowds, yet be critical of your mistakes.

When I walk 3-4 a.m in the morning by streets I've walked many times over, and walk through the government housings of wrecked buildings, I remind my self of the adrenaline of personal fear that enables me to smile even at the most wretched circumstances.

If you do not have this place of longing and forgiving, of self-reflection and epiphany, of repeated discussions and quiet passions, then I urge you to find this place sooner than later. But I assure you, it will not appear because you seek nor will you find it because you long for it. You will find and experience it because you will need it. You will understand it when you find yourself in lack of everything that I have spoken and thet life is not worth living without the reflection of itself.

And if I may add my religious input into this bit, during those times of reflections, doubt yourself, could it be possible that I was wrong and they were right; in views, in beliefs, and in actions.

Have a good night everybody sleep weel, it's probably the longest human tradition.