My Musings
Roots & Reflections: The Quest for Belonging
In the vast, interweaving realms of East and West, I was on a continual search and adaptation journey. Like a chameleon, I became attuned to the subtleties of surroundings, the nuanced rhythms of cultures, and the silent expectations embedded in each interaction. With heightened senses, I navigated the landscapes of tradition and modernity, ceaselessly trying to meld into each tapestry to find a space where the colors of my essence could resonate without dissonance.
My existence danced between the strong, grounding melodies of Korean heritage and the diverse, liberating chords of Western influence. Yet, in this dance, a sense of true belonging often seemed like a mirage, a harmony just out of tune. A subtle, persistent dissonance echoed in the spaces where identity sought recognition and connection.
This heightened awareness, a mirror reflecting the unspoken languages of acceptance and exclusion, became a dual-edged sword. It sharpened senses, cultivating a hyper-vigilance to the underlying currents of interaction, the silent judgments, and the invisible borders of belonging. It turned the world into a stage where each step seemed like a performance, an attempt to blend into the prevailing scripts of identity and acceptance.
But a shadow loomed in this attempt to synthesize and mold each aspect of self to fit the elusive molds of belonging. The shadow was the subtle loss of self, a fading echo of the unique rhythm that once danced freely in the heart of authenticity. The effort to merge, adapt, and find coherence in the external realms seemed, at times, to dim the inner lights of intrinsic identity and self-recognition.
Yet, this journey through shadows, lights, silence, and sounds also cultivated a garden of introspection. It nurtured seeds of self-awareness, revealing the landscapes where authenticity blooms and withers. In this garden, the realization blossomed that the true essence of identity doesn’t merely reside in external validations or in the echoed rhythms of cultural expectations.
Instead, it resides in the sacred spaces of inner truth, self-understanding rhythms, and melodies that resonate with the heart’s authentic beats. In these spaces, the journey of roots and reflections continues to evolve, weaving a tapestry where each thread embraces its unique color, pattern, and contribution to the unfolding story of belonging and becoming.
Chasing Ghosts in Corporate Corridors
In the bustling arenas of the corporate world, my life became a relentless quest. Driven by dreams of success, I navigated through a labyrinth of endless tasks, hoping each step would bring me closer to achievement and recognition. However, the goal always seemed out of reach, keeping me in a constant race.
The essence of this journey was ironic. Aiming for success, I sought to unlock doors to vibrant experiences, travel, and cherished moments. But as I climbed the ladder, the things I desired most seemed to slip further away. Work consumed time and energy, leaving little room for those dreamed-of experiences.
Days blended into nights in a continual cycle of striving, and in this persistent rhythm, stress overshadowed joy. The aspirations that once ignited my path now seemed like distant echoes, lost in the noise of burnout and exhaustive pursuits.
This journey through the corporate corridors taught me a profound lesson: Success is not merely about accumulating titles or wealth; it's about finding a balance that allows us to truly enjoy and embrace the richness of life's experiences.


The Storm: Pain’s Unveiling
An ominous cloud named Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS) settled over my life’s sky, bringing a relentless downpour of anguish and uncertainty. This uninvited guest unleashed torrents of chronic pain, turning days into battlegrounds where joy’s light struggled to pierce through the heavy veils of suffering.


Life, in this tempest, became a delicate walk on a tightrope of vulnerability. A sneeze, a trivial act, loomed as a feared adversary, bringing with it the potential torrents of agony. Living in its shadows, the spaces of my existence became haunted by the fears of unsuspected triggers, turning even the simplest acts into daunting challenges.
In the heart of this storm, every aspect of existence became colored by the hues of struggle and loss. Once taken for granted, the quality of life became a distant shore, a vision obscured by the thick mists of ongoing battles with pain and limitation. The vibrant melodies of active participation in life’s dances seemed to fade, leaving behind echoes filled with the silences of what once was.
Journey to the Horizon: A Canvas of Possibility
In the theater of life, where various acts have been staged, my journey has been a tapestry woven with threads of diverse hues and textures. From the roots of cultural duality to the storms of physical tribulations, from the relentless corridors of corporate aspirations to the crucible of identity and belonging, each chapter has added rich layers to my life's narrative.


Now, standing at this juncture, a vision unfolds — a canvas where the essence of living is painted with strokes of vitality, mindfulness, and joy. I embark on a mission to live life with a renewed fervor, to embrace each moment with gratitude, and to nourish the body and spirit with the elixirs of wellness and harmony.
In this vision, health becomes a garden where the seeds of nutrition and innovative biohacks bloom, cultivating a landscape of vitality where the spirit can soar freely. Mindfulness becomes the gentle stream that flows through the garden, nurturing the roots with the waters of presence, awareness, and balance.
In embracing mindfulness, the journey transforms, unfolding paths where the heart finds joy in existence's simple yet profound treasures. Freed from the shadows of limitation and pain, the spirit is reignited with the passions that resonate with its true essence — allowing the soul to dance in the rhythms of joy, exploration, and creative expression.
As the horizon unveils its endless possibilities, my journey continues to evolve, steering towards a destination where life is celebrated in its fullest expression. In this odyssey, the goal is simple yet profound: to live with a heart full of joy, a spirit vibrant with health, and a soul radiant with the colors of authenticity and fulfillment. Thus, the tapestry of my life continues to be woven, each thread a testimony of trials and triumphs, and each paint a manifestation of the varied experiences that define my existence.