Time to shape myself.
I reopened the plan for 2024 that I wrote with excitement early last year. As expected, most of them could not be kept.
In particular, my long-held dream of making good use of my morning hours still remains a mirage. Since I can’t do the Miracle Morning, I suggested I try the Wonderful Morning… but why is it so difficult to wake up in the morning and get started diligently?
In our house, both mom and dad slept a lot in the morning,
There was no culture of breakfast or decorating the morning.
The person who left the house early quietly opened the dark morning and went out. Yeah, I’m not a morning person, so I keep feeling lazy about giving up. However, my body is too heavy to put into practice and I keep failing, which only makes me feel defeated. Even though I didn’t do anything wrong, I feel guilty as if I did something wrong… It’s like a repetition of a vicious psychological cycle.
This is my first morning diary in a long time, written while worried that I will struggle to sleep every morning if I live as a freelancer, but confused and ambivalent about whether being a freelancer means I can wake up later than others.
What is morning to me? Why is morning so difficult for me? When and how will a compromise with breakfast be made? Morning, morning… I keep calling him, so it seems like he’s a personality that’s hard to get close to.
** An essay by author Jang Seok-ju that I recently reread.
A good sentence from
-.The body is the surface of sensation, heaviness, and volume. The body is closed in heaviness and bulk. The soul is a dynamic that seeks to unfold outward.
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-.Time feeds us, puts us to sleep, touches us, caresses us, raises us, and shapes us. We experience the miracle of life through time travel.
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-.I often open my laptop at a cafe and type something on the keyboard. A cafe where anonymous people gather is suitable for such work. I have extra energy and enough time to do these activities. I come to this cafe and spend my time hesitating and lounging between action and inaction. Spending time in the secluded bay of time is the time that molds ‘me’ into another being.
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-.Ego is a dream and illusion created by our mind. And this is the starting point of the stories. We live in a dream dreamed by our fictitious self. In this world, dreams are reality, and reality is a dream.