GONG Jae Ok

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Isn’t it funny that we live

in these enormous and spacious

apartments, houses and villas but *

we don’t take or find the time to really

sit down and enjoy it all. Instead, we are

too busy chasing a dream that most likely

does not stem from that soul of ours. We *

* are too busy winning this rat race and * *

getting approval and chasing an illusion

of perfection. A perfection that fades

* away like a hot potato. *

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It is rather funny that we go for

perfection when we haven’t really

defined what perfection is. What I do

know is that perfection is not universal.

It is highly individual and changes with

the seasons and depending on who is in

charge. What I have come to understand

is that imperfection is universal. Imperfections,

the cracks of someone else’s misfortune, the thousand

shattered pieces of a broken heart, all belong to the universal

but unspoken language. The cracks transcend all barriers as

well as the invisible ones. You know, the fences, benches and

defenses that will lead you through the gates to the mysterious

land of creativity together with divine interventions. The cracks

are the one transporting you all the way to divinity. The perfect,

* shiny trophy doesn’t. Instead, we drench our sorrows in mud, *

neon lights, cheap perfume, gossip and other mundane chores,

or expensive items such as logical fallacies. Instead, we in-

dulge in bing watching, Instagram accounts, Facebook

status and LinkedIn friends list. 

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* Instead, we are way too exhausted *

creating problems that were not a problem

in the first place. Because that is what we do. *

Instead, we create problems & dilemmas that

were not ours to begin with. Instead, we go for

these enormous and spacious apartments, *

* houses and villas but we don’t take or find

the time to really sit down and enjoy it all. *

* Instead, we are too busy chasing a dream

that most likely does not stem from that *

* soul of ours. We are too busy winning *

this rat race and getting approval and

chasing an illusion of perfection. A

* perfection that fades away *

* like a hot potato. *