When you go blind, it is only befitting to rage against the cruel reality. For the rest of your life, you have to live in unforgiving darkness. The entire world is against you. But when God tells you your grace is enough, something breaks down inside you. Something that you hold to be concrete and self-evident. It breaks down like tears running down your face. Though you lost your sight, it was only by the grace of God that you had witnessed the light of world. When the Creator says this is where it ends, you surrender. Though pain will never diminish, it is only by grace you saw the beauty and it was enough for a lifetime.
My Beauty, my Grace, my Light I miss you painfully.
It’s a wonder how I met her and how we lived together through thick and thin. She loved me wholeheartedly with everything she had. She cared for me like I was the only remaining warmth. She gave me everything. It was beyond what I could ask for. We lived through a cruel world together. We were a hell of a team. We survived and left with laughter smothering memories, but we managed to smile and found our own definition of victory. We were so desperate we couldn’t find the time to stare into each other’s eyes like it was a first time. So we believed love was but a fleeting daydream. All along it was what sustained us in those desperate and confusing times. It’s clear only when we look back and reminisce. Like listening to the music that we used to listened. It tells you. God was among us despite all that came in between us.
The most beautiful thing I saw in my life was the Ypao Beach on Guam. My dad went to Guam to work as a construction worker in 1984 when I was 4 years old. My mom, sister, and I lived together in Korea. My family’s dream was to reunited and live together. That day finally came 8 years later in 1992. It was one of the happiest days of my life living with my dad and moving to Guam, which back then we called it America. The next day we got there, the first thing we did was driving to the most popular beach on the island called Ypao Beach. We drove along the Ypao road and down to the beach where you can see a scenic view of the ocean. It was vast. It was full of bright colors and deep translucency. It was uplifting. It was overwhelming. It was beyond what my eyes could process.
Since then, Guam has been flooded with tourists probably looking for that same beauty of the ocean. Ypao Beach has lost that same luster and has been suffering from tourist activities. The corals are dying and the fish less abundant. Mother Ocean has been suffering. To a tourist, it still is a beautiful beach, but I saw its radiance when it was untouched by massive human interference. Whenever I went back and witness its degradation, it pained me. I wanted to pray for the healing of the ocean and stopping the tourists just for a while, but I couldn’t do that, because the entire livelihood of the island depends on the tourism industry. My family and friends they all depend on it one way or another.
COVID-19 happened. No flights are coming into Guam. The tourism industry is decimated. My family and friends lost their jobs and their businesses are shut down. But Mother Ocean can rest now. For the past 30 years, it provided for the people of Guam and the tourists. She can take a little break and heal.
When I listen to this music, I’m transported back to Chicago. Michigan Ave., Millennium Park, the Museum, walking in blizzard, waiting in wind chill, loneliness, dreams, art school…
I could not find the justification for paying so much money for art education and the usefulness of artists in society. Yet i so desperately wanted to be a part of the world as an artist and my heart ached when the world seemed indifferent.
Had I heard this song in my Chicago years, I would have been proud of myself and proud of the things I thought meaningless and foolish.
Children are so good at finding fun in every little thing. How can they be so completely happy! They are all born with such innate ability. It’s funny how people educate themselves to become serious and go to great lengths to entertain themselves.
The director Park Chan-Wook’s works have never been about emotional exploration. They are about intellectual exploration inciting forbidden emotions.
This used to be my favorite song. She has something special and it was what I exactly wanted in my youth: being able to express my inner most self. I never got it. She brought me back what I thought I would never get back. Beautiful.
I finally come to term with myself…leaving behind all the dreams I ceased to pursue. There was always a sense of interim whenever I think about the things that I dreamed about. I always felt I had to go back and finish what I started. All the more I felt lost and misplaced. But life allows only a handful of complete freedom, and in hindsight, I was granted with that rare though brief lightness of being. I was young and reckless. I was free to do what my heart desired. Regardless of what came out of it, that in itself has a meaning. I lived it. No single drop of regret remains. I finally come to term with myself. It is okay to let go and dream something new.
But here’s the thing: The watch isn’t actually a fashion accessory for the tech-happy. It’s a tech accessory pretending to be a fashion accessory. I just couldn’t fall for it.
By from NYtimes.com
I went to the Apple store in Manhattan and tried out the Apple Watch. There is something confusing about it. It didn’t feel fashionable. It didn’t feel techy either. There were no functions that I was in need. I didn’t know how it can make my life easier and how it would advance my life beyond iPhone.
Here is how I would pivot from here on. Stop looking at it as a fashion item. Go back to the basic and ask how it can make daily life easier with no intrusive alarms. The answer is easy. Stop calling it Apple Watch! Call it Siri on Wrist and then give her a 18k gold case. Now it’s sexy! The catch is Siri needs much improvement, but once it perfects the contextual assistance, it will open up a new world.
my hero, my captain. the brightest star among us.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions