6_Poetry remains a bastion until the end.

I open PPT more often than Excel.

Look at each word more carefully than the number and select it sensitively.

You focus your energy more on the process rather than the result.

It’s been 3 months since I left sales and started working in marketing.

After 5 years, I changed what I was used to doing because I wanted to do it.

There are times when I feel upset and hesitant as I go through trial and error.

Because I know better than anyone else that I will overcome and do well.

A mantra that is boring but worth repeating, good luck!

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-.”I no longer believe in the saying that you can know a person by reading their writing. That standard has been shaken to its roots? Just look at the manuscripts being written by external writers who have the same temperament. It’s so light, but how delicately they write.”

“Other manuscripts may be like that, but poetry is not. Poetry remains a bastion until the end. It is an inner confession. I believe so.”

by unknown

-.Promises that were kept well accumulated and became my self-esteem and trust in myself. After living this way for a long time, I developed a kind of compulsion, and I didn’t want to tear down the history that was like seven castles. The moment I give in to the sweet temptation of ‘Should I skip it just this once’ that comes every day, I have a fear that, like dominoes, it will affect everything I have built up until now. That fear whips me and moves me.

I don’t know what new weapons will arise in my life (I sincerely hope that such things will arise), but until then, I will continue to try to maintain my sincerity as I have up to now. 지금으로선 성실함이 나의 유일한 무기이기 때문에.

by. Blogger

-. by Lee Hyeon-ho (poet)

Because yesterday’s heart and today’s heart are different

We die and are reborn every day

The bench is always cramped with me dead.

Why live like that?

I’m not doing that, I’m doing it to survive.

The conversation between me and the me who was me is as boring as a dried flower.

Fortunately, they have the same taste in music.

-.”There is no limit to the amount of misfortune a person can encounter through the Internet, but we have no way of looking at this information accurately… There is no guidebook to expand our hearts enough to accommodate this variety of human experiences occurring simultaneously, and we cannot learn how to separate the trivial from the profound… The Internet has dramatically increased our ability to know something, but our ability to change something has remained the same. Or perhaps it is shrinking before our eyes… “I’m starting to feel that what the Internet has handed us is just a cycle of grieving and then turning cold in the face of a barrage of tragedies. Our hyper-involvement is making us more and more callous.”

by Zia Tolentino (writer)

-.Meanwhile, I was a little confused about the book that I had been reading for several days. Effort is sometimes unproductive and useless, so you can actually do better when you don’t try too hard to do well. However, it is thanks to long-term effort that a player like Zidane was able to produce the best performance at a critical moment. But true courage is letting go of the desire to be the best… Are you telling me to make an effort or not? Looking at the subtitle, ‘The art of hard work for those who are too eager,’ it seems like it is telling us not to work too hard, but does it mean that we should try ‘technically’ in the end?

Let’s overlap Panibottle’s journey with . Then the monkfish fits. People who have tried too hard to do well (and have been asked to do so) are vicariously satisfied with Pani Bottle, which does not try to show anything great. However, the fact that you can travel to unfamiliar countries without having to worry about the Pani Bottle is thanks to the expertise that comes from long travel experience. Panibottle says as he goes to board the plane on the first day of his trip. “There’s no need to find out who I am or anything like that. I’m just doing it because it’s fun.” And in the middle of the book, in the chapter ‘Moment of Success’, this passage appears. “Where I feel most like myself because I don’t have to think about myself.”

by Ki Myung-gyun (Editor)

-.<Goodbye, admirers> by Jeong Young (poet)

The pizza was delivered incorrectly.

Those who ordered will be eagerly waiting.

Because you already lost your way and came to me

It was a kite I couldn’t resist.

The day I was delivered to the world

Because no one ordered it

Because the house was empty

When my father first looked down at me

Sand clouds came down and made a burial mound for the heart.

I’m the reddest I’ve been since I was born

The spirits of the wind greeted

hello red box

I walk into my eyes

I spy on the attic cats giving birth

When a black cat gives birth to a spotted kitten

My mother cried like she was going blind.

Night and day became entangled and wiped me out a little.

The eyes of the wind said hello

Red fate, hello

Ooh, my red hymns blown by the wind!

Goodbye, you wrigglers burning like candle wax

Hello, shadow in the red shadow that trembles with anxiety.

In the distant future, at a cafe, at a theater, on a beach under the sun

Hello, my tinnitus who will be making noise again.

Goodbye, words of curses running around with your eyes closed

I am a red box!

many times in my life

I ate a lot of pizza that I never ordered.

I was happy and fell asleep without thinking.

I was misdelivered!

-.The sky is clearer after the rain.

If only I could remove the curtain of emotions.

by Christmas in August (blogger)