So, I’ve been living in Seoul, South Korea for about 2 months now and, while I’ve made a number of really great friends and continue to be amazed by the people I’ve surrounded myself with, I would also like to branch out a bit more.
If you’re currently living/studying/teaching in Seoul, Hit Me Up. I’d love to meet you, grab a drink, talk about the mountains, etc.
"I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love."- Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via wordsthat-speak)
"- ~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.
We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.
They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.
Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave."
what would you say if you could write a letter to yourself as a child?
The night they drove old dixie down... Answer:
hey lil’ buttercup, chin up, chin up! our world is a difficult one to navigate, but you’ve got sturdy legs. you will take yourself so far. don’t forget that. it’s not gonna be an easy one, this little life of ours. you’re gonna be pushed and shoved all the fucking time. people are gonna make you so small, gonna try to put out your fires or steal them relentlessly. they’re gonna tell you you can’t be who you are, but you just keep on glowing. ignore the people who tell you that you don’t have what it takes to make it, because hey - let me let you in on a little secret. you do it all. you make it. and you will dance circles around the people who told you to keep your dreams in your hands.
you’re gonna spend the next few years barging through so many fires. you’re gonna claw your way through the world with dirt in your eyes and blood in your mouth and you’re gonna come out every time sparkling and new and breathless and singing, singing, singing. there will be months and even years where every color smudges into grey. you will think that you’ve lost yourself, that you’ve lost your spit, your fire. but you haven’t. those times will be of much importance. the house of us will burn down hundreds and hundreds of time, but we have always built ourselves back better. you are going to become such a beautiful mosaic, my child. a sculpture of little trinkets and big loves, of so many countries and so many letters. you will love this little earth, will love the soft steps of its animals, will love the hurried hands of human beings. you will love, despite it all, and your tenderness will become your saving grace. it’s okay that you feel so deeply. it’s not a bad thing. that feeling will carry you through yourself, will lead you out to the world till you begin to hear it roar through you.
there is hope, little one. there is always so much hope.
you’re not gonna grow very tall. in fact, you’re gonna be a little squat for pretty much forever, but sometimes it’s nice to let people rest their chin on your head and hold you to them. let yourself be held. it’s alright. it doesn’t make you weak. you’re always gonna be a little clumsy, but it’s okay - it’s pretty cute. oh, baby blue. with your heavy little heart. one day you’re going to learn to love your smile, your crooked teeth. one day you’re gonna cut off all your hair, gonna climb a mountain so tall that the clouds will be beneath you, and you’re gonna laugh with your shoulders bare and your lungs full of clean breath and you’re gonna feel so fucking good and you will never come down from that. you will carry the world in you always. the sky in you forever. oh shinji. little buddy. you’re gonna write a fucking book, gonna send yourself off all over the world, gonna drink ancient waters from a glacier tap, gonna be kissed by people who mean it. gonna feel safe in your own skin again. you are a survivor. you are a fucking champion. you are all stomp and kick and soft, gentle hands. and you’re gonna love it, all of this, all of this living and loving that we have that we do. you’re gonna love it so much that it’s gonna kill you, just to kiss you back to life again. and you’re just gonna have to let it.
Trying not to cry in a crowded cafe…