Prologue I have no memory of my mother. My father died of cancer when I was nineteen. There is something my father used to say to me. 'Joo-won, whatever you do, don't do it half-heartedly. You must be good at it.' Whenever he could, he would say that. "You have to be good. There's no need for hard work. As a child, I listened with one ...
Prologue I have no memory of my mother. My father died of cancer when I was nineteen. There is something my father used to say to me. 'Joo-won, whatever you do, don't do it half-heartedly. You must be good at it.' Whenever he could, he would say that. "You have to be good. There's no need for hard work. As a child, I listened with one ear and let it go. When I was in the middle of a severe middle ear disease, I even vomited at his words. I think I realized that the process is more important than the result, and that hard work itself has meaning. I'm still not sure what the right answer is. But now, at the age of twenty-five, there's one thing I'm painfully aware of. Or rather, at some point, I realized it clearly. I'm not good at anything. Not only that. I wasn't a hard worker. I'm a weak-
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