i've learned this much so far: there are no "time-outs" in life. you don't get a break. you get seasons, rises and falls and ebbs and flows. but you don't get to check out. not ever. you can coast, sure, maybe through easy classes or saturday mornings or routines that become second-nature. but there is no stop button.
i think i wanted south korea to be a sort of halt for me. a break. a year to get my act together. figure out what i really want to do. kick back and travel. i was wrong. life keeps happening... fluttering, all around me. hearts racing and stopping. spirits soaring and being crushed. lists and tasks and chores and burdens.
so now, i know what i've got to do. i will gather all of this madness in my arms. i will scoop up as much as i can in these 2 arms, and i will breathe in the sweet and moldy scent of seasons changing, dying, fading. i will breathe it in and search for the hints of ginger and dew. i will hold it in my lungs for this one moment. this very moment.
and then i will fling it all as far, far, far away from me as i possibly can.
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