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azurephile ยท 4 years ago
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โ€œPlease be patient with me. Sometimes when Iโ€™m quiet itโ€™s because I need to figure myself out. Itโ€™s not because I donโ€™t want to talk. Sometimes there are no words for my thoughts.โ€
โ€” Kamla Bolanos
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azurephile ยท 4 years ago
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โ€œPeople grow when they are loved well. If you want to help others heal, love them without an agenda.โ€
โ€” Mike McHargue
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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sir stop being so cute
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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I wish I could love more myself.
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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Hi! Itโ€™s been ages I never check this platform out.
So, where to begin?
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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heโ€™s really out there looking like this
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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so apparently feeling like something is going to go wrong is called โ€œanxietyโ€ and not โ€œspider-senseโ€
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โ€œI think perhaps love comes from finding someone you feel utterly comfortable with, someone who makes you comfortable with yourself. Itโ€™s like finding yourself, or maybe itโ€™s like finding the other part of yourself.โ€
โ€” Candice Proctor (via quotemadness)
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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200613 Weverse Translations
RMโ€™s Post โ‡๏ธ
์‹œ๊ฐ„์€ ์ •๋ง ๋ญ˜๊นŒ์š”? ์ด๋ž˜์ €๋ž˜.. ๋ฌด๋˜ํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ์ž”์ž”ํžˆ ๋Š˜ ์™”๋‹ค๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„๋„, ์–ด๋А์ƒˆ ๋‹ฌ๋ผ์ง„ ์–ด๋А ๋ฐ”๋‹ท๊ฐ€์˜ ๋ฐ”์œ„๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. ์งง๋‹ค๋ฉด ์งง๊ณ .. ๊ธธ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์ฐธ ๊ธธ๊ณ . 2010๋…„ ์—ฌ๋ฆ„์˜ ๋…ผํ˜„๋™ ์ˆ™์†Œ ์ž…์ฃผ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์„œ์šธ์— ์˜จ ์ง€๋„ ๊ผญ 10๋…„์ด ๋˜์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๋Š” ์ •๋ง ์„œ์šธ ์‹œ๋ฏผ์ด ๋œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๋ฐฉํƒ„์˜ ํŠน์„ฑ์ƒ, ์˜ˆ์ „๊ณผ ์ฒ˜์Œ์˜ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ชจ์Šต๋“ค์„ ์ •๋ง์ •๋ง ์ž์ฃผ ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉํ•ด์™”๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์˜ค๋Š˜ ์˜ฌ๋ผ์˜ค๋Š” ๋ฐ๋ท” ์  ์‚ฌ์ง„๋“ค์„ ํ•˜๋‚˜ํ•˜๋‚˜ ์ฐฌ์ฐฌํžˆ ๋œฏ์–ด๋ณด๋‹ˆ, ๋„์ €ํžˆ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•Œ๋˜ ๋‚˜ ๊ฐ™์ง€ ์•Š์•„ ๋‚ฏ์„ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฒฝํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ฒŒ์ŠˆํƒˆํŠธ ๊ฐ™์€.. ํ˜ธ์ผํŽŒ ๋žฉ๋ชฌ์Šคํ„ฐ๋กœ ๋ชจ๋‚˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ๋ท”ํ•ด์„œ, ๊ทธ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ์›Œ๋‚™ ์„ธ์„œ ์ €๋งŒํผ์€ ๋ณ€ํ•ด๋„ ๋ณ€ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์ง€ ์•Š๋‹ค๊ณ  ์—ฌ๊ฒจ์™”๋Š”๋ฐ. ์›ฌ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‹œ๋Œ€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ ์„œ์„œ ์Šฌ๊ทธ๋จธ๋‹ˆ ์›ƒ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋”๋ผ๊ตฌ์š”.
์Œ.. ์˜ค๋Š˜๋„ ์•ˆ๋ฌด ์—ฐ์Šต์„ ํ•˜๋ฉฐ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค๊ณผ ์ฐธ ๋งŽ์ด ์›ƒ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ฐ๋ท” ์งํ›„์— ๊ผญ ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋“ค์„ ์ž๋ž‘์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋˜ ํŒจ๊ธฐ ๋„˜์น˜๋Š” ํŽธ์ง€ ์ƒ๊ฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‚ ์งœ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฑด.. ๊ธฐ๋…์ผ์€ ์ •๋ง ๋ฌด๋ฃŒํ•  ๋ป”ํ•œ ์‚ถ์— ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ์ด์ •ํ‘œ๊ฐ€ ๋˜์–ด์ฃผ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. ์ˆซ์ž๋งŒ์œผ๋กœ๋„ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ์ข‹์•„์ง„๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑด ์ฐธ ์‹ ๊ธฐํ•œ ์ผ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
์ €๋Š” ๋น„๋กœ์†Œ ์ˆจ์ด ์ข€ ์‰ฌ์–ด์ง‘๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฑด๊ฐ•ํ•˜๊ฒŒ, ์›ƒ๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ™์ด ํ•จ๊ป˜ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์˜ฌ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด ๊ทธ์ € ๋‹คํ–‰์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ณ์„ ๋ณด๋ฉด ํ›จ์”ฌ ๋ฉ‹์žˆ์–ด์ง„ ์นœ๊ตฌ๋“ค์ด ๋ณด์—ฌ ์Šค์Šค๋กœ๋ฅผ ๋‹ค์žก๊ณค ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์žกํžˆ์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”.. ์„ค๋ช…ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๋ช‡ ๊ฐ€์ง€ ๋œจ๊ฑฐ์šด ๊ฒƒ๋“ค์€ 7๋…„์ด ์ง€๋‚˜๋„ ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์ด ์ฐจ์˜ค๋ฆ…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋•Œ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋ฆฝ๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹ค์‹œ ์˜ค์ง€ ์•Š์„ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋“ค.. ๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ๊ทธ๋•Œ๋ผ์„œ ํ–‰๋ณตํ–ˆ๊ณ , ๋˜ ์ง€๊ธˆ์ด๋ผ์„œ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•ด์š”. ๋‚ ์„  ๋ชจ์Šต๋“ค์ด ์—ฌ๊ธฐ์ €๊ธฐ ๋ถ™์—ฌ์ ธ ์žˆ์–ด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฝ๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ์–ด์ œ์˜ ๋‚˜๋„ ๋ถ„๋ช… ๋‚˜๋‹ˆ๊นŒ์š” ! ์˜ค๋ž˜ ์ „ ์ฐข์–ด๋ฒ„๋ฆฐ ์กธ์—…์•จ๋ฒ”์˜ ์‚ฌ์ง„์ด ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์–ด์กŒ์–ด์š”. (๋ง‰์ƒ ๋ณด๋ฉด ํ›„ํšŒํ•˜๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ..)
์˜ค๋Š˜๋„ ๋ฒ”๋žŒํ•˜๋Š” ์ˆ˜๋งŽ์€ ๋‰ด์Šค๋“ค์„ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. 7๋…„ ์ „, ์‹ญ๋…„ ์ „์˜ ์„ธ์ƒ๊ณผ ์ง€๊ธˆ์€ ๋ฌด์—‡์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅผ๊นŒ. ๊ทธ๊ฐ„ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ํ•ด์™”๋‚˜. ๊ณตํ—ˆํ•œ ์™ธ์นจ, ์˜๋ฏธ ์—†๋Š” ๋ชธ์ง“๋“ค.. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ๊ฒฐ์ฝ” ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋‚จ๋„๋ก ๋‘์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋˜ ์ง€๊ตฌ ๊ณณ๊ณณ์˜ ๋”์šด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๋“ค. ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋งˆ์Œ ๊ฐ€๋“ํžˆ ๋ชธ๋ถ€๋ฆผ์น˜๋Š” ๋ฌด๋ ฅ๊ฐ ์†์—์„œ, ๊ณ ์ž‘ ์ œ๊ฐ€ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๊ณผ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊ณ ๋ฏผํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ, ์ €๋Š” ๋˜ 7๋…„์งธ ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ €๋ฅผ ์‚ด๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ์…”์„œ ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•˜๊ณ , ๋๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ์ง€ ํฌ๊ธฐํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ ํ•ด์ฃผ์…”์„œ. ์ •๋ง ๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•ด์š”. 7๋…„์„ ์™ธ์ณค๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์—ด์‹ฌํžˆ ํ•ด๋ณผ๊ฒŒ์š”. ๋‹น์žฅ ๋‚ด์ผ ์žˆ์„ ๋ฐฉ๋ฐฉ์ฝ˜๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ! ์•„์ง๋„ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ €๋Š” ์ œ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘์ด ์ „ํ•ด์ง€๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๊ณ  ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๋ณด๋‹ค๋„ ๋” ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์•„๋ฏธ.
- ๋‚จ์ค€ https://www.weverse.io/bts/artist/1630188038839107
What is time, really? Itโ€™s like this and that.. Sometimes it seems like it comes and goes easily, calmly, as it always does; sometimes itโ€™s like a stone in some sea that changes without anyone knowing. When itโ€™s short, itโ€™s short.. when itโ€™s long itโ€™s really long. From the time I entered the Nonhyeon-dong dorms in the summer of 2020, itโ€™s been exactly 10 years since I came to Seoul. Now, it really seems like Iโ€™ve become a citizen of Seoul.
Given the nature of Bangtan, I thought Iโ€™d spent a lot of time constantly observing the way we were in the past and in the beginning, but as I looked steadily through the photos of our debut days that came up today, one by one, it was strange and unfamiliar because it didnโ€™t seem like the me that I know at all. Itโ€™s like gestaltzerfall*.. Since I debuted as foil-permed Rap Monster who was hard to approach, Iโ€™d always thought that since that image was so strong, even if I changed that much it wouldnโ€™t seem like Iโ€™d changed at all. But it seems like there was someone from a different time, standing there, smiling secretly at me. ย 
Um.. Today, as well, I laughed a lot at dance practice with my friends. I also thought of the letter I wrote right after our debut. It was overflowing with ambition, saying that I would make these people proud. These things we call dates.. It really seems like anniversaries serve as special signposts in this dull and predictable life. Itโ€™s a fascinating thing, that a mere number can lift your spirits.
Finally, I can breathe a little. Being able to run together, healthy and smiling, is a blessing in itself. As I look around me and see my friends, who have become so much more amazing, it often helps me pull myself together. There still are some heated things that canโ€™t be grasped.. that I canโ€™t explain, that continue to rise up even after 7 years. Moments that I sometimes miss but will never return again.. Still, I was happy because of those times, and I am happy because of the present. Even though itโ€™s slightly embarrassing that these images of me, sharp and unrefined, are put up here and there, still, the me of yesterday is still clearly me ! Iโ€™ve grown to want to see the photos in my graduation album that I ripped up long ago. (Even though Iโ€™ll probably regret it if I actually do.)
Today as well, as I looked at the deluge of news, I thought. What is different between the world of seven years ago, ten years ago, and now? What did I do in that time? Empty shouts, meaningless gestures.. Yet in the end, the burning love from all over the world that never let them just be that. I still struggle with the helplessness that fills my heart, agonise over what a mere person can or cannot do. And so, I live another seven years. Thank you for making me live, for making me not give up till the end. I am really thankful. Just like Iโ€™ve shouted for the last seven years, Iโ€™ll work harder. Starting right away with BangBangCon tomorrow! I still, as always, hope that my love will reach you. I love you even more than love. ARMY.
- Namjoon
(T/N: *Gestaltzerfall is a German term referring to the feeling you get when you look at something for so long, it starts to lose meaning. The term comes from the words โ€˜Gestaltโ€™, meaning โ€˜form or shapeโ€™ and โ€˜Zerfallโ€™, meaning โ€˜breakdownโ€™ or decompositionโ€™. It is a psychological phenomenon wherein a concept or object becomes disconnected from the โ€˜wholeโ€™ and decomposes into its constituent parts.)
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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"Sometimes you think you want to dissapear, but in fact you just want to be found"
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This quote hits me hard.
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โ€œSometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesnโ€™t make you stronger. It doesnโ€™t build character. It only hurts.โ€
โ€” Kate Jacobs
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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I.. I don't know what I'm going to do in life.
Everything has become repetitive.
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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imagine how powerful i would be if i felt completely comfortable with my body and mind and actually had a sense of self esteem
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azurephile ยท 5 years ago
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Usia
Kenapa tak pernah ada yang bilang ketika usiamu berkepala dua, berarti hidupmu akan sering dibolak-balik realita.
Usia yang dianggap dewasa, namun belum cukup untuk menjadi seutuhnya manusia.
Dulu aku bertanya-tanya tentang kalimat, "selamat datang di realita" ketika selesai menuntaskan sarjana. Yang sekarang baru dapat ku terjemahkan; Selamat bertanggungjawab atas dirimu sendiri. Selamat memikul dunia di pundakmu, menjadi manusia yang diandalkan dalam menanggung hidup makhluk lain. Selamat menjalani hari-hari penuh birokrasi dan surat-surat legal atas identitasmu. Selamat mencari-cari arti eksistensi diri sendiri. Selamat memilah siapa-siapa yang akan selalu kamu jaga hingga nanti. Selamat bertarung atas diri sendiri.
Mengapa tak ada yang bilang, memasuki usia dewasa kamu jadi tak mengenali dirimu sendiri? Ambisi, angan, teman, kegemaran menjadi kata yang asing. Aku ulang berkali-kali dan mencerna semua. Mengapa dulu dengan mudahnya ku genggam sempurna? Sekarang untuk memulai percakapan saja, aku memutar otak berkali-kali. Agar tak dijustifikasi, agar tak terlihat lemah, agar memberi kesan baik, agar-- lihat? Bahkan diriku menghakimi diri sendiri.
Manusia menjadi semakin kompleks. Aku menjadi semakin takut menuangkan yang ku rasa dan ku pikirkan. Karena semuanya vokal. Semua merasa tidak boleh saling bersinggungan namun tetap ingin ikut campur.
Kepalaku menjadi penuh setiap hari. Berusaha untuk mencari diri sendiri namun tetap harus menjalani hari-hari normal. Menjadi biasa-biasa saja. Tidak terlalu mencolok, tidak juga dilupakan.
Menjadi asing dengan diri sendiri. Serangkai Impian yang dulu tersusun rapih, kini hanya jadi kalimat yang tak ku mengerti. Mengeluarkan isi kepala bukan lagi jalan utama berbincang dengan diri. Seiring dengan seringnya ku lihat tulisan lain yang lebih layak dipertontonkan, aku tidak lagi menulis untuk keluar dari dunia, tapi menulis untuk menunjukkan aku punya kelebihan. Agar si aku lebih dihargai sebagai manusia; Kawanku si kata, jadi berantakan dan tak bernyawa. Si aku, teralienasi dari raganya sendiri.
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