Living life is like climbing a secret mountain, sometimes. I climb up, pushing really hard, and then I reach some part of the trail where the terrain follows a ridge for a while, or dips down to a small valley for a time. The trail is easier, but I also feel as if I'm not making any progress, or I lose sight of my objectives. The metaphorical peak of the mountain is obscured by metaphorical trees, and I sit down somewhere beside the trail to drink makkeolli and eat kimbap – metaphorically, of course.
I haven't been doing much with my free time, lately. But that down time… the dead time… feels necessary. Sometimes I need to do just nothing.