Part of me wants to learn Korean, while part of me is satisfied reading the subtitles. Part of me tells me to quit my job, but part of me tells me I need the money. Part of me tells me to start my own agency, whereas part of me wants to rest. Part of me seeks love and validation, though part of me believes isolation is independence. Part of me wants to crack a stupid joke; however, part of me is too reserved. Part of me wants to write this blog, yet part of me is fearful of what others think. Part of me knows there will be a reader; nonetheless, part of me argues on why that even matters. Part of me wants to move on — albeit part of me holds that memory dear. Part of me wants to pursue a Master's degree, despite part of me worrying about my wellbeing. Part of me wants life and time to stop — even though part of me hopes for something to happen. Part of me wants to part away, but it just can't.
“Even though I also wanted to study well like you - I couldn't. Then I thought, ‘Oh, I'm trash. I'm completely useless. I might as well die’... so I gave up. I ran away. But while doing other things and living diligently, I realized I wasn't really running away. Maybe it was more like I was searching for a world where I fit; where I could find my own cheat-like ability. Something like travelling you could say. Maybe... Most people who think they're pathetic right now... Just haven't found their world yet.” — From The Greatest Estate Developer
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