‘My mother kept a journal and wrote to me while she was dying. Near the end she must’ve imagined how hard it would be for me to read, so she ripped out all but a few of the pages and burned them. She was right, even those few pages kill me to read and so the book sits collecting dust and a few somber glances every now and then. This is no. 10, a passage from the journal in her handwriting: “기쁘고 감사한 날이다” (translation: a joyous and thankful day).’
What do you believe in?
I believe in paying attention. I believe in being kind to everyone. I believe in not being cool. I believe in telling stupid people that they’re stupid (someone has to!). I believe in being good to your friends and being great to your family. I believe in working hard for what you want. I believe in my abilities. I believe in doing what you say and saying what you mean.