Life is like a box of pine cones...

You think it's going to be velvety sweet chocolate, but it turns out to be prickly and hard, with a lot of crevices and points, and if you try to eat it all at once you're surely going to choke. However, if you manage to slowly get it down little by little, you'll find out you hate pine cones as a food source, and you wonder why you tried eating them in the first place, then you remember... you're broke. That is the feeling I am left with, after an unsuccessful year of life on my own, into the realms of adulthood. I failed and so I have retreated to my sanctuary, my home, my fortress of... well... solitude really wouldn't the word I should be looking for, because I have retreated to the bustling, driven, crowded city I call home... Seoul, South Korea. I created this blog to be a place where I could share my thoughts on life, love, the intricacies of our own little worlds we build around ourselves, but for the last year I have been building my life around one thought, I hate the act of writing. Writing to me is like a chore something to be done as slowly and as loudly as possible before I can get on with the things I would like to do. I see what last year wrought and so I am slowly deconstructing the life I had built in my mind and rebuilding it to better suit my needs and the needs of the people around me. This blog is a way of seeing how I progress in the rebuilding of my own little world, and how I perceive things to be.