Rediscovering⁢ the Joy of‌ Writing

On ⁤a weekend outing to Yeonam-dong with a friend,‍ I stumbled upon an independent bookstore. ⁤Amidst the shelves, I found a unique section ⁢where ‍books were wrapped in​ plain covers, with only the ⁣bookstore owner’s brief introduction to ⁢guide the buyer. For fun, my friend and ⁤I decided to gift each other a book‌ from this section. When I unwrapped my book, I was surprised to find the title “Dawn and Music.” As someone who isn’t particularly close to dawn or music, I was skeptical ‍at first. However,​ as I began ‌reading,‌ my preconceptions were shattered.

“writing is ‍discovering one’s own unique‍ sadness in the​ words one is familiar with. It is re-imprinting another sound and meaning ⁣that one ‍already knows into the ⁤extremely simple‍ words one has. In that way, through the smallest holes in everyday life, through the smallest gaps. As ‍one falls forward. Stumbling. ‍Hesitating. Pausing. Hesitating. Fearing that one might say the wrong⁣ thing. In a linguistic situation where one has no choice but to correct oneself. As one ⁤who is always late before the world and things. Faced ‌with a state of‌ linguistic stuttering. ⁤Repeating ⁢self-referential words and mumbling them. Changing their places every time.”

As I delved‌ deeper into the book, I realized​ that I had been struggling with my own writing for some time. Despite‌ my passion for reading and writing, I found myself merely summarizing or explaining concepts without any real heart ​or soul. The COVID-19 pandemic had further ‌stifled my creativity,‌ and I found myself spending more‍ time‍ on‌ OTT platforms than​ engaging⁢ in ⁢writing. However, this book‍ reignited my desire to write. The author’s introspection on writing, as they listened to music at dawn, struck⁤ a chord within me. I felt ashamed of my own lack of dedication to writing and my tendency to prioritize style over substance.

I have come to⁤ realize that I want to write about the process of⁣ discovering myself and the‍ world ⁤around ⁤me.‍ I ⁣want to express the small changes that ⁣occur within me as‍ I navigate life’s complexities. ⁤I aspire⁣ to observe the ​world from new perspectives ‌and form ‍connections with ⁣others in a more meaningful ⁤way. Even the smallest​ transformations are worth exploring, and I hope to capture these moments⁢ in my ‍writing. By acknowledging my own limitations ‌and focusing on my⁤ growth, I ‌aim to rekindle my passion for writing and⁤ share my journey with others.

Reflections on​ Writing and Language

When​ I learn something new, I want to connect it to what I knew before. Rather than explaining something I know, I⁤ want to express‌ myself ⁢changing as I learn‌ it. When I change⁣ from before, I want to look at my surroundings from a new perspective. That world will reveal aspects I hadn’t​ seen before. I want to write about the process of meeting a world I hadn’t seen and‌ forming relationships with it. Even⁣ the smallest changes​ are fine. The question is whether I can notice those small ‌changes.⁣ Expressing that is the next task.

My interest in others, which wasn’t great ⁤to begin with, is gradually cooling down. While acknowledging this⁤ situation,⁤ I ‍wonder if I should turn my interest in myself, which hasn’t cooled down yet. Finding ⁢myself in others is also an interest in others.

The Struggle with Language and Writing

I will not be able to think‍ about language and writing like the poet Lee Je-ni until I ​die. However, if I‍ continue to write, there will come a time when I want to hold on to a piece. Language and writing are about ​trying to bring past time into the⁢ present, but even⁤ that becomes the past. This is not an obsession ⁤with​ the past. Rather, ‌writing is‌ closer to letting go of obsession. Isn’t choosing the right words and removing⁣ unnecessary frills what all writing textbooks⁤ emphasize? If you try‌ to have everything, you lose everything.

The⁤ Peacock’s Wings

A peacock stands far away. ​It is about to spread its wings. In ‍front of the peacock that stands close yet far away, I choose words again today. I choose words to reveal something about all the faces and voices⁢ that are arriving late. However, in ‍front of some faces, in front of some times,⁤ there ⁤are times when choosing words​ itself seems sinful. It‍ is at such moments that language itself demands to⁢ find its place and ‌its face.

What is important ‌at this time is not finding a language that fits a certain face ⁣and time perfectly and transferring it onto a‍ blank⁣ sheet of paper. In front of language that is about to find its place. Hesitating. Resisting. Aware ⁢of the directionality of language. ​A heart that fears that ⁤the essence of existence might be obscured by being fixed ⁣in a ‍certain word. In this way, language creates a hazy trajectory with‌ a hesitant heart.

The‌ Ethics of Language

The heart of‌ writing is⁢ sometimes painful. There are times when I have to reveal my deeply hidden feelings. I have to show my face, which is covered ⁤in darkness and deception that I do not want to reveal. This appearance goes beyond my‌ boundaries and is shown to ‍the⁤ world. I cannot help but ‍touch the world of others. ⁤At this time, the ethics⁤ of language must come into play.

Ethics are something that I ⁤have ‌to ⁤find by revealing the bottom of my ​life. Moreover, they are not as clear as norms. I ⁤have to carefully search for ⁢them while understanding the context ​of the ⁤world, acknowledging the distortions within⁤ me, and not losing respect⁣ for others. I have to chew over the meanings hidden in words and sentences. While⁤ choosing which words are⁤ more appropriate. Sometimes stepping‌ back and sometimes stepping aside.

If I write ‌like this, won’t I be able to reconcile with myself and the world? Won’t ⁢I be able to live the future without being bound by ​old grudges from the past?