4_I will prepare a heart as red as dirt.
Between the seasons when flowers bloom and fall
On a whim, my heart bloomed and fell again and again.
Feeling a little calmer than March
I survived April.
I take comfort in the fact that I saw it as a way to kill time.
‘Yes, this is why the third and fourth months were difficult,’ he confessed.
Let the crisp spring days pass by.
Let’s meet a little more happily next year..!
-. I was feeling a little tired of the daily routine repeating itself like a treadmill, but a sudden glance gave me great strength. After seeing the small movements of various people from a slightly higher and distant perspective, I think my mind became lighter as the concentration and energy poured into me was dispersed.
The day passes anyway. I can’t catch the passage of time, but I can at least choose what mindset I will spend the day with. Being able to spend my day however I want feels like a huge privilege. Even if there is nothing particularly unique about it, it is ordinary and has its own appearance, value, and power. When I recognize that, I feel like I can be grateful and sincere about my current life.
by unknown
-.”When I say retirement, it doesn’t mean never working again in your life, but at least not having to work for money. This is complete financial freedom, or in other words, the ability to do whatever you want with your own time.”
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-.How to work with people you don’t like
Step 1. Go to a company with less strange people and a good corporate culture.
Step 2. Please stop guessing intent. Rather be intentional about having ‘good intentions’!
Step 3. Use the energy you would otherwise spend on hating that person to get things done better. The performance actually gets better.
Step 4. Run away! Because humans are animals of the environment…
by Baedal Minjok <What’s Happening!> Conference
-.It’s spring. It’s April. I won’t spend a single day sad. Let’s take a look at the tree. It doesn’t even cost money. The time when a young leaf spends its time as a ‘young leaf’ is short. It passes quickly.
Sometimes people want to count one or two trees. If I find someone who wants to plant a seed in my direction… I will prepare a heart as red as dirt.
by unknwon
-.After you cry once in a while, your insides will feel refreshed and your heart will feel refreshed, and you will encounter a heart that is like clean air like the day after it rained. I want to live each day remembering that feeling.
by Blogger to Yunyeon
-.A person who collects happiness wherever he is.
There must be a terrace. If possible, you can see a tree.
Because then every morning becomes a little happier.
There are so many things that happen in a travel destination, but the impression of the city is often left by the time spent on the terrace of the hotel. Is it because the scenery you look at while sitting quietly, rather than the scenery you pass by while walking diligently, stays in your mind longer? I was definitely happy on the trip where I was my guide. If that could be called happiness. It’s such a small happiness that maybe it should be called ㅎ? Without having to go far, I now ask about moments that I know I will enjoy one by one every month.
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-.The same goes for making fake cakes. Some people may think, ‘I don’t have time to do something like that…’, but can you really say that pouring your passion and time into giving joy and pleasure to one person or more people is less valuable than something else? When I think about how much art, which was considered a surplus activity rather than food, clothing, and shelter, has enriched our lives, I think the world needs just as many ‘strange things’ as ‘important things’. Of course, social value is important, but I need to put a value on pursuing my passion and do my best to do ‘strange things’ in order not to be intimidated.
by Pylog Blogger
-.I think balance and tension are very important in the creative industry. A creative person must have both a sense of reality and a dreamer’s temperament.
by Cha Woo-jin, music critic
-.The magnolias bloomed and withered as I walked early in the morning and late at night. There is no one who doesn’t love the cherry blossoms, the herald and essence of early spring, but I think I love the elegant magnolia flowers that bloom earlier and fall later even more. The large, pure white petals have a majesty. White magnolia leaves were falling beautifully in the ground parking lot of the apartment complex. Like the women of some historical tragedy who threw themselves off a cliff… The maroon-colored marks here and there seem to be blood stains from the women’s slender bodies colliding with the ground… I grieve over Magnolia’s violent death while thinking absurd thoughts. I draw a magnolia flower that would have bloomed resolutely and upright on a tree in the sunlight during a spring afternoon that was lost to me.
by Dawn Blogger in Seoul