This post is written in English and Korean :) 이 글은 영어와 한글 버전으로 작성되었습니다. This morning, I spent an hour pulling weeds in the garden. Since last fall, the garden had been left unattended, a complete mess. Because our gardener, N, had to rest due to back pain, I decided to take care of the garden myself — one hour, twice a day. With an empty mind, I pulled weeds. Why does the sound of the hoe feel so beautiful? I love weeding. Truly, I do. Looking at the soil, the plants, and the surrounding nature, my mind quietly clears itself — it feels like a beautiful meditation. Perhaps because it’s not a duty, but a moment where I simply exist as myself. Before I knew it, the garden was overflowing with weeds, and nameless flowers had bloomed in profusion. It was truly beautiful. I recorded the sound of the hoe, captured videos of the flowers around me, petted Momo the cat who came up to me, and simply enjoyed that time fully. Suddenly, I thought — my own heart is just like this garden. I had ...
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