A wondering. Ruth’s past. Her history. What caused her to stay with Naomi instead of returning to her homeland? Was it really devotion? Pity? Or something else? Possibly an unstable family back home. A worse living situation? A history she wanted to escape. I find myself getting more curious about the untold stories in the bible.
Jirisan. Claims the second highest peak in South Korea. The highest on the mainland. With my newfound love for hiking, it was a must. This would be my first overnight/sunrise hike. Food list checked. Bags packed again. Hiking boots on. Along with some great company and we were off. A few highlights from the trip:
Hands-down one of the most difficult hikes I’ve done thus far. It was a very intense uphill battle nearly the entire way with almost no reprieve. Still, it’s that feeling of overcoming a struggle that makes it so worth it. Seoraksan, we coming for you next.
I love small moments like this where I can look out into the sea with a friend by my side. Conversations by the waters are, by no means, more profound than ones in a cafe or a living room. Though, it does add a little dose of beauty 🙂
Beautiful weather. Sun was shining. Breeze was breezin’. Bags were packed. Hiking shoes were on and it was game on like Donkey Kong. Came ready for a 12-hour all day hike, but due to some rotten luck, entrance to the peak was prohibited. Instead, we hiked up Ulsanbawi, which was also challenging and hiked over to the waterfalls afterwards. Places like this make me enjoy this country just a little bit more 🙂
Weeknight in Seoul … Yes, I do love them Sydney peeps.
31. My first year in my thirties is already over. What a year it’s been walking the line of both struggle and joy. Coming to realize that every year of life is too special to miss out on.
To commemorate turning 30 last year, I jumped out of a plane. Overcame a fear. To commemorate turning 31, I got a tattoo. (No, I probably won’t do something big every year, or maybe I will). I’ve been wanting one for many years now. 8 to be exact. When, I first had the desire, I actually waited. I waited two years to see if it was just a phase. It wasn’t. Still, I waited, this time much longer for many reasons. Fear of pain. Sin or not sin? But really, I wanted to make sure I knew what I wanted considering it was kind of permanent. At first, I wanted a word. The word ‘fearless’ for the longest time. Slowly, the word evolved into an image of a boat on the sea. Here’s the behind the scenes look.
When I was young, I nearly drowned in the ocean. Since then, I was always afraid of the ocean. By how easily it could take my life. I was enthralled by its beauty but only from afar. It wasn’t until 2009 when a love and fascination for the sea awakened on a backpacking venture. I was able to overcome my fear of the ocean, kind of. I did more than just dip my feet, I immersed myself into it. I swam in it. I sailed on it. I even snorkeled in it. It was one of the scariest thing I ever did at that time.
Love grew for the sea. I longed for the sounds of waves. Thirsted after the waters on my skin. Sounds extreme, but it was pretty serious. Watching One Piece didn’t help either. I wanted to change my career path and become a pirate in my early 20s and follow Captain Luffy. We’ll call it a quarter-life crisis. A strange yet strong desire to be out at sea frequented my thoughts throughout the years. I wanted to sail to the ends of the earth, but of course, never mustered up the time or courage or skills to do so. Still, daydreams are allowed, no?
The sea continued to be a place of fear, wonder and love. A reflection of my God. Him, this endless ocean. I, a little boat, within that vastness floating and sailing along. Some days, the waters of life were gentle and kind. And other days, it seemed as if they would swallow me alive. There were days where I would find incredible joy in the journey and days I wanted out of the mundane routine. Days I felt I could endlessly gaze in awe of his incredible majesty, and again days not. Times where I’d be encouraged by the company of other boats and times where I just wanted to drift away. Days where I allowed the winds of change to navigate me, and others where I would take control of these winds in my favor. I could go on.
One day, a song came along. It was one of those songs you want on your own personal life soundtrack believing it was written just for you. One that will play when you’re reflecting on life and making important life decisions on top of a beautiful cliff with wind blowing in your hair in an epic manner. “Captain,” it’s called. It almost too perfectly illustrates the life I’ve chosen to live and want to continue to live. To venture into the unknowns and uncertainties of this uncharted life with one simple and true certainty …
Jesus, my captain, my soul’s trusted Lord, all my allegiance is rightfully yours.
This movie really surprised me. God speaks to me a lot in movies. He spoke heaps in this one. From the beginning when as a little girl, the ocean chose her. No sailing experience. No experience in defeating bad guys. No experience in convincing a demi-god to man up and return the heart of te fiti. No true merit to have qualified her. Just chosen. Though she was unaware as she grew up, she continued to stay chosen. The ocean didn’t just change its mind. It waited for her to realize the truth about herself.
As she started accepting the truth, she became bold and fearless. She was willing to risk everything to finish the race that was before her despite the obstacles. She made mistakes. She learned from them. She grew more confident. That zeal seemed unstoppable. Like it does for us when we first start to believe in God. We feel unstoppable. Until we start to doubt in the face of defeat, which is what happened with Moana. When confronted with a battle unwon, she begins to doubt and question why the sea would choose someone like her. I do this often.
To prove that a journey should never be done alone, in comes grandma ray. With a little help from her, courage returns. One of those ridiculous kinds. The kind that makes you throw yourself back into the battle you just lost. The kind that makes you rethink the situation and tackle it differently. The kind that begins to believe that you were chosen for a reason.
When I grow up I want to be like Moana. She is brave. She is adventurous. Willing to take risks. Thoroughly enjoyed watching her journey of courage as she sailed into the unknown waters. She’s my imaginary hero. Man, she’s so cool!