Existence

Every day I learn to see things in new perspectives. The smallest things jump out at me like the universe has a lesson plan. Every day I become more myself and am more grateful for everything I have learned. I heard a tree creaking in the wind as if it were made of wood, and I remembered how important it is to remember where things come from. I saw someone I see everyday but their hair had grown inches and I was reminded of how quickly time passes if you are not paying attention. Everyday the lense I view the world with is altered ever so slightly and the mirror I view myself in is changed as well. I learn new words and new ways of saying things, I am learning who I am. I am changing like the sand on the shore, sculpted by each passing wave. Like the roots of plants I am soaking up the ground and drinking 

in the sun, I am growing. My life is my coming of age story, my Sisyphus experience in discovery, never quite capable of understanding it all. Unlike Sisyphus, I am content with my eternal pursuit, a love for the hunt. I am coming into my own, I am learning what it is to be me. May my headstone read "Justin Cole Kim, surveyor and pursuer of beautiful things." 

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-J