Currently listening to: Ain’t That Some – Morgan Wallen
Ain’t that some back home buddies in a field, mud on the wheels, yeah
Ain’t that some thick smoke Silverado tearin’ up a two-lane road
Ain’t that some C-O-U-N-T-R-Y shit we been doin’ since we was yea high
There’s folks out there ain’t T-R-Y’d this
Man, ain’t that some shit
Ain’t that some, ain’t that some, ain’t that some shit
Yeah
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Growing up, I was an optimist…a dreamer, even in the face of bullying—at school, in the neighborhood, everywhere. I believed in the best of people, in the idea that life had a way of working out. But that innocence faded with time. Losing multiple family members, an acquaintance’s suicide, watching patients die, a near-assault, having a strict upbringing, falling out with friends, the cycles of breakups and makeups, and being taken advantage of because I either couldn’t stand up for myself or didn’t want to seem rude (because that’s not the Korean way)—all of it shaped me.
Now, I’m a realist. I still hold on to hope, still believe that no matter what happens, I’ll be okay in the end—but I know it won’t be the same as before. Some days, I miss that naïve version of myself, the one who saw the world through rose-colored glasses. But this is the reality we live in, and I’ve had to pivot to survive.
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