Freedom, Health and Happiness

These days I think a lot about those times when I had enough time to go out and just stroll through the streets. With jazzy tunes in my ears and a camera in my pocket I would explore my way through unknown terrain. Eventually I'd stumble into a nice little coffee shop, find a good seat and start writing. I would write about whatever comes to mind. Sometimes I'll keep it, sometimes I won't.

Writing this I just realized that I haven't drunk any water for three days. When I think back I remember drinking multiple cups of coffee, probably more than twenty, a can of beer last night and, as an exception, an energy drink that I got for free. Thinking about it makes me worry. Not because I'm concerned about my inner level of clean liquid, but because I don't miss it for three days.

I came to Korea with certain plans and expectations. The most urgent one was to find a place to stay, of course. A little crib to call mine, a hood to relax in and let my guards down. I found one and I love it. Next, was a job. Something that satisfies me, something I can learn from and grow with. I found something great and I thought I needed more. And perhaps I do, I'm still not sure.

However, I find it sad, almost ironic, that the things you do out of conviction are often the things that don't pay your bills. It is work, though. Believe me, hard work. But it's work that you love to do. Work that makes you feel good at the end of the day. And at some point you sit back and realize that everything else isn't worth the effort. That's why yesterday I went to my second job, and quit.