“…That every moment is a budding flower that blossoms with my effort” This is a part of a Korean poem written by Hyunjong Jung. The title is part of the poem itself. The poet regrets that he lived his life like a mute. He regrets that he didn’t dive into something or talk to, listen to or love someone at that moment. Time cannot be rewound like a tape. But I haven’t been noticing this for a while. I have been busy ‘trying to look fine and going ahead of everyone’.

People say not to worry too much about small things, because it is a waste of time. I also thought that way, so I tried not to bother thinking about the past. When I spend time worrying, I feel like I'm falling behind from the world's speed. Everyone's doing something, challenging and improving while I'm sitting here worrying, thinking about all the possibilities that might happen. I just thought it was my loss to analyze the things that happened to me or even sympathize my past.