Teach and Travel with Colin

It's always been said how the heart grows fonder in the other's absence; likewise, something eventually dies in the other's absence. The questions are...        when is the absence?        since when is the absence?        until when is the absence?        when do you know there is absence?        what is absence? Furthermore, along the way, emptiness is felt. The vacated space seems so huge and insatiable, until that moment when that space is not anymore felt. Though, it's never gone but the mere emptiness in it doesn't bother being filled again -- that empty space that hasn't made any sound is not anymore felt. Are there regrets? No. Is there longing? Yes...No? Is there satisfaction? At some point, yes. Is there still a chance? Chances are not given. Chances are made. However, chances are lost when chances are not chosen. Chances also don't live long as the maker -- a mere temperamental existence. Is there still a chance? ...

Over time, I think I have gotten used to the feeling of sadness...so used to that I miss it when I'm too happy. There's just so many things that make me so sad...once in while...but recently, it's gone chronic. Darn.  Let me explain.... It started out... when I did and but I felt because it suddenly becomes and so I'm thinking I'm afraid to say this but but if you change your mind...maybe.. if you don't...well I'll just have to The point  here...is just to let you know.... how I love her voice..and her hearty songs. >.<

김춘수의 『꽃』 내가 그의 이름을 불러 주기 전에는 그는 다만 하나의 몸짓에 지나지 않았다. 내가 그의 이름을 불러주었을 때 그는 나에게로 와서 꽃이 되었다 내가 그의 이름을 불러준 것처럼 나의 이 빛깔과 향기에 알맞는 누가 나의 이름을 불러다오 그에게로 가서 나도 그의 꽃이 되고 싶다 우리들은 모두 무엇이 되고 싶다 너는 나에게 나는 너에게.. 잊혀지지 않는 하나의 눈빛이 되고 싶다...

The kind of people we truly must meet are people whom we will long for. Once in a while, we must meet those who whether at our sides, or separated from us, case a wave of affection to undulate within. If we are able to meet, even in the midst of our    intense longing, a shadow is cast over our lives. A meeting not followed by longing is an exceedingly business-like bumping into each other, a mundane passing-by. In crossing paths and glancing off one another, there is no reverberation of the soul. Without this echo in our spirit, though we may meet, there is no real encounter. [Saturday, 24 September 2011 at 16:42]