the diary of someone who never understood the world — even though he understood it well enough
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the diary of someone who never understood the world — even though he understood it well enough
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The Diary Awaiting Oblivion (ENG)
the diary of someone who never understood the world — even though he understood it well enough
The sharp taste of soju still lingers in my mouth. my body feels heavier than i can control, yet my mind is clearer than it should be. i glance at the clock — one in the morning. too late to begin anything new, but i cannot bring myself to waste the night on sleep
The sound of dark waves breaking against the shore, the city lights shimmering across the water like fragments of memories that never fall into line. i lift my phone, determined to begin a small diary — the first true record of my life. But as the screen lights up, i realize i don’t know what to write, and so i let the thoughts circling inside me spill out instead
earlier, a friend had asked me, “the rich often say money is not important. what do you think?”
i smiled faintly and replied, “i used to say the same thing”
he pressed on, “And now? do you still believe that?”
all i could manage was, “i’m not sure… perhaps it depends on the situation”
That exchange has stayed with me, lodged like a shard of glass, resurfacing in the quiet moments before sleep. i keep searching for a definition of what makes something important. i read endless words online, listened to debates and arguments, yet none of them could seal my doubt
Tonight, the dull throb of intoxication sharpens my mind. With a heavy breath, i lift my phone once more and write the words that rise within me —
“money is not essential, but it is important… like the air around me. i never pause to breathe simply to declare that it matters”
perhaps it is as someone once said: we only realize the value of something when it is gone
all i can hope is that I will never have to learn that truth through loss…