[1] Holding a Reflection on My Own Existence

From a young age, there was always a certain emptiness wrapped around me. Something unnamed, circling me like rings around a planet. A strangeness about myself I could never quite put into words, and an awareness of that strangeness that never left me.

Holding a Reflection on My Own Existence
Holding a Reflection on My Own Existence

1 The Emptiness That Circles Me


From a young age, there was always a certain emptiness wrapped around me. Something unnamed, circling me like rings around a planet. To fill that nameless hollow, or to wish it gone, sometimes even to part ways with it entirely, I found myself endlessly thinking, trying to understand what it truly was.

It was always there. A strangeness about myself I could never quite put into words, and an awareness of that strangeness that never left me. Living within that unbridgeable gap was often painful. And yet, at the same time, it was also the very thing that set me apart from others—the quiet voice that sometimes allowed me to say, "This is me."

The quiet certainty that no one would ever understand this part of me became a kind of wall. It stood in the way of forming relationships. The belief that "no one will understand me" grew stronger the more I held onto it. That wall, impossible as it seemed to cross, was one I had built myself.

Then one day, I realized this might be something that wasn't meant to disappear. A kind of intuition about my own existence. Recognition of who I am, and an acceptance I could no longer refuse. I began to understand myself better, and that understanding deepened into self-acceptance. Like suddenly realizing, "Ah, this is the kind of person I am."

2 Accepting Myself as I Am


Now, I no longer wish to struggle to escape it. I don't need to. Instead, I choose to acknowledge the wide, open space that surrounds me, and to give it a kind of life. It feels like a planet once questioning the reason for its rings, then gently concluding, "This is simply how I am."

I choose to exist alongside this emptiness, because it is, in the end, who I am.

And if you too carry something you cannot refuse,
I hope you'll find a way to meet it gently, and make peace with it.


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A Note to the Reader: This writing is part of a book I’ve published.
I hope you’ll find a moment to meet it.
Losing Your Way to Find Yourself [Book Introduction]
This book invites readers into the timeless questions that define human existence — “Who am I?”, “Why was I born?”, and “Why must I live?” For those who carry deep and restless questions, Losing Your Way to Find Yourself offers a moment of quiet contemplation — a pause between one step and the next.
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If You’d Like to Read This in Korean: This piece has been compiled into a book and published. I’d truly appreciate your interest and support.
[1] 나를 휘감은 무엇
어릴 때부터 나에겐 나를 휘감는 듯한 일종의 공허함이 존재했다. 마치 어떤 행성의 위성처럼 띠를 두른 듯 내 몸을 자전하는 그 정체 모를 무엇. 늘 그랬다. 누군가에게 설명할 길 없는 내가 나에 대해 느끼는 낯설음, 그리고 그것에 대해 끊임없이 자각하는 나, 그 메울 수 없는 간극 속에서 살아가야 한다는 건, 꽤 고통스러운 일이었다.

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