So, I think I figured out the meaning of life

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Poem of LIfe
I walk through the streets of South Korea

Tall buildings instead of trees shadow my stroll.

Coffee shops smell of good conversation

and overpriced drinks.

Cars lazily make their way through the

U r b a n   L a b y r i n t h.  

The city breathes in life and fumes and makes it something

quite

it's

own.

I walk amidst this life as if in a                                                              dream.

Nothing really seems real.

The tide tugs at the shore, hoping he will

come out and play.

The mountain boldly challenges anything to be

as tall

and sturdy

 and strong

as her.

And the city, Oh, the city works as a hive.

I often move from

chamber                                        to                                                  chamber

spreading ideas and love as honey through combs.

But somedays are different.

Somedays, 
The buildings suffocate.  

The cafes stifle.

The cars clog.

The tide has just another unrequited love, and the mountain falls apart.

These are the days on which I am

split and torn.

Neither here

nor there.

My heart and my brain work as

two

separate

 entities.

One yearns for home, while the other

stubbornly

stays

here.

And, my body is the vessel for this war zone, 
and even She is worn and apathetic.

It is on these days that I want to

escape

from this life towards my

past,

from which I so gracelessly ran not 12 months ago.

This leadens my

frayed and tattered

body,

Walking and walking always and forever walking.

My eyes cloud.

My feet stumble.

So lost in my head, I barely catch

a beautiful act of love.

Four friends, age 7,

On the steps of their Hagwon.

Each puts a hand in the center of the circle and cheer.

I grin and pass by remarking its

quaintness.

Four hellos chorus behind me. I turn, and reply.

One brave little voice shouts,

I am Min Hee.

The ear to ear Cheshire Cat

grin and joy he has

 lightens my body.

Slowly, it lifts these consuming burdens I didn't even realize I had.

Walking and walking always and forever walking.

And from behind me,

The tinkle of small

giggle,

grows into a

chuckle,

and ends in a sound of

pure

childhood

     joy.

And that, dear friends, is the meaning of life:

that sound of innocence resonating through the laughter of a
                                                                                                            child.