How is something so magical and pure, is also something so fragile and completely vulnerable.
Our lives are always filled with so much adventures and excitement
And yet an unknown collission of events could alter everything we know and take comfort in, completely out of proportion.
We think that whenever we hear someone going through a loss, an accident, a tragedy that when it is our turn, we would be prepared and careful.
And yet, there's that saying. There is no scent to an unfortunate event. We will never be fully prepared
We will never be able to plan
We will never be truly able to say our last goodbye
Or our last I love you.
There is no trick in over coming this
No tip
Or a "How to do Life" manual book, that would probably cost more than a million dollar plus a kidney. So, yeah out of the question.
But there is that small glimmer of...what we call hope.
That someone somewhere, has collided their lives and had affected ours in the beauty of micros.
They make everything that is impossible, possible in the best way possible.
How they are able to be this way, is not only a miracle, a destiny is created.
Regardless of how when or where. They're there, for reasons where we each have our own
So no matter what happens. This small collission of Daegu and Busan, Ilsan and Seoul.
The decision to choose the color purple and the magic door.
This collission not only had save our lives, it blooms into a magical creature.
Win or lose, the collission is what I am most grateful for and will always vote and cheer!
