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I live in a country that is torn into two. We are one, yet divided. We are split, yet attached. We are Korea, yet we are ‘South’ and we are ‘North’. I am actually uncertain whether I can call our “brothers”, “us”. Koreans are taught of its history from a very early age. From the moment we can locate the motherland on a map, we learn that our other half is, in fact, “not of us”. We are taught that we are family, yet that we are enemies. We are taught that our government and many charities send tonnes of donations over, yet that all men are sent to the army for the 20-months...

(Photo by Shane Rounce on Unsplash) A newly purchased poppy was bringing life to my room. When I returned later in the day, the plant had wilted. It was fine just a few hours ago, and now it hung its head. I decided to try watering it, and almost immediately, it popped right up. I realized that sometimes, I forget that it doesn't take much to bring life back to a situation. A small act can make all the difference. This seemingly unremarkable act came to mind as I thought about how overwhelming the news feels these past months: the seven-year war in Yemen, with children starv...

When was the last time I didn’t leave things to the last minute? Whether it be the piled-up laundry that needs to be sussed or an important assignment due the following week, I stretch out my ‘carefree’ leisure time as much as possible to avoid the troubles my duties bring. Call it ‘living-in-the-moment’ if you will, but honestly, this is just a toxic habit. I do not know when it started, but what I know for certain is that it looks like it is getting worse. Tireless tug-of-war It used to be simple worksheets when I was little. Numbers frustrated me and difficult reading comprehensi...

Looking back at my past writings, I see how I had come to realize so many things. God had allowed me new perceptions, insights, discoveries, ideas. I would live on them for a few days, weeks and months even, but when sin takes me by the hand, it seems as though its wide palm covers everything up and I no longer see. The Power of Sin Its approach is soundless, barely harmful. It lays its entirety flat on the ground, hardly moving. But like a serpent, it slithers unhurriedly, only to carefully wrap its cold body around and around its prey and devour it whole.

She’s like a sponge! This is what my mum would say when she told others how quickly I had picked up English. Though I still had my struggles, my young brain hurriedly absorbed the new language, culture and customs to keep me afloat. I used to smile proudly whenever mum said this, as it seemed like a compliment. It made me feel like I was gifted. I felt like I was gifted when people noticed me as I sang. I felt like I was gifted when they noticed my poems and stories, when they clapped after I had spoken on stage, when they gave me certificates at school.