The seat of Purity

I bought and read an easy book called It was a book for elementary school children whose philosophical concepts began to be captured. There is this story in this book. We think we need to be able to do whatever we want, but there are many things that we can't do because of our own physical and environmental conditions or limitations. So to be truly free, we have to know how to choose something, but we also have to be courageous to give up. In the end, we talk about limited freedom. We cannot enjoy unlimited freedom in this society. And there's a more philosophical story in this book. The prisoner can be free if he accepts his situation and keeps hope. I wondered if this would be understood by fourth grade children. Even if the body is tied, the mind can freely create something and dream beyond the walls of the prison. Hope is what makes it possible. So the requirement of freedom is hope. The book also says that because freedom is one of human rights, everyone has the right to be free. So humans always say that they have to fight for their freedom. Because freedom does not end with one gain, you have to fight over and over again. And in order for everyone to have the right to be free, we must respect each other's freedom and not limit the freedom of others.

I think that it is the history of the struggle for freedom, if we look at the history of humanity, Particularly the history of Korea is the history of struggle for democracy. And we have experiences of liberation from colonial oppression and of driving out tyranny. But have we really been free since then? Are we suffering from another oppression and restraint? How many people can confidently say that they are truly free?

One time, I was stuck with the word freedom, so I worked hard to find the data and research. First, I examined the encyclopedia about how freedom is defined. But I was confused. There were many definitions, concepts, and principles of freedom, and the kinds of freedoms varied from legal freedom, political freedom, economic freedom, and social freedom.

The first definition of freedom, in an encyclopedia, is that 'freedom generally refers to the state of being as it exists and to the things that one wants to do without being bound or controlled by both inside and outside. But philosophically it is not possible to determine what this freedom is, and Sartre said that freedom is close to punishment and that engagement is true freedom. In Buddhism, death is called freedom, while in Taoism, it is called freedom to reject freedom of civilization and desire and live naturally. '

This definition has made me think that freedom is a very diverse concept and a fun concept to study. It's worth studying.

Each person will be able to say with confidence that this freedom I have felt, is true freedom that cannot be replaced with anything. So I want to say about 'freedom' based on a lot of books I read and the movies I watched.

Even though,

she is an owner of the absolute power

that makes me exist in the world,

and even though

she is a governor of all things

that makes me live in the world,

she begs and begs

with shabby clothes dressed.

and always serves for odd things,

nevertheless, she just eats bad languages.

Even though she holds

the whole economical power of household,

she cannot buy a bowl of noodle for herself.

She is a tolerating woman

But she is a large hearted like the ocean

In the morning,

she is following me

with a glass of milk held,

If I miss breakfast and sneak out,

she spanks the back of my head.

She has packed more than two luncheons for me

since I was a student.

When I reject bean as a luncheon

because I dislike to eat,

she beats me with a brush for sweep.

She is a terrible woman,

but she is a woman who contains a deep love

in her heart.

Even though she has a too much pain in her legs,

she does housework with her daughter carrying on the back ,

as creeping through the home.

Even though she feels sick,

she never misses caring about her children.

Even though I am often angry at her intervention,

She is the first woman who I ask an advice

when I have difficulties.

Even though I have matters great and small,

She is the first woman who I inform of my great things.

When I shed tears or she shed tears,

we shed tears together,

because we have common in much tears.

When I smile or she smile,

we smile together,

because we have common in much smile.

She is a weak woman,

But she is the strongest woman

who makes people depend on her.

Where does it flow from?

The sound

containing the meaning,

being floated by ebb tide,

being buoyed on air,

and finally falling down into bottom.

However,

it leisurely drift on the wind

and amusing itself.

Meantime,

it collides with living things,

and disperses softly influenza to infect them.

The sound rising up a sound,

The sound over a sound

flowing again into somewhere,

How does it happen?

Is the sound infected?

Why does it flow unconsciously?

Neither head knows,

Nor heart knows,

Only Heaven knows,

Just as it makes the sound flow.

The air complies with it,

Riding on the rhythm,

It conveys the sound to my ear.

What slowness means to me :

The excess of time?

The romantic leisure?

The careful meditation?

These are just

exceedingly luxurious

and a extravagancy to me.

The slowness to me

is

a consistent pride,

a heartbreaking struggle,

a clinging cost of agony

striving to achieve and endeavoring not to miss.

Still

I am dragged

by the slowness,

as exhausting myself.

Around the pupil of the eye like crystal

which is stuck in the bright smiling face,

the thing spreading reddishly

is

the reddish sky of earlier evening which contains sunset.

Soon,

as if it bursts into rain,

Yet

the pathetic effort of the muscle made from quiet winkle,

and smiling around mouth

prevents the rain from pouring down.

Piling up and up,

and being clear and clear,

the lake contains the wordless words,

and makes the tears piling up

in the heart of others.

The tears filled in her eyes

which cannot be pumped

with either millions of words

or billions of words

spread into the eyes of others,

are piled up again,

and make the sky reddish,

unawarely.

The eyes are crying

on smiling effort.

You are a man

who makes me some tight

every morning

and every evening

of the year,

three hundred and sixty-five days.

You are a man

whose eyes I can't look upon

when you are saying to me,

You are a man

who makes my heart shrink

even by your small voice,

and finally makes me cry

by your big voice

You are a man,

whose arm played a role as a pillow

when I was sleeping.

You are a man,

who was rubbing my face with your rough beard

when I was a child,

and patting my wet hip,

when I was urinating on my pants.

You are a man,

who encouraged me,

when I was upset because my grade was low

in the second grade of the elementary school

You said, 'Never mind'

as lifting my head up with your big hand

and flying me up in the air.

When the deep dark night

was pressing down the shallow dim evening,

we, my brothers and sisters, stood at attention

and bowed to you in a line.

Our eyesight, however, put on only one place,

that is, a paper pack on your left hand at the side

which held something to eat.

I didn't know that

the distance which

I couldn‘t stick to you,

whenever you came to me

or everytime I came to you,

was due to the terrible sense of responsibility

and the faithful sternness,

until I became mature.

Even though you carried on

such a stormy roughness of life on the back,

you are worrying about the remained descent even now,

that results in the winkle on your face

that are getting more and more deeply

and in the dark mark on your face

that are getting stronger and stronger.

Those all could happen

because you are my father.

You were my proud father,

You are my proud father,

You will be my proud father,

until I die.

As I am poorer and poorer,

my ears can hear the more things.

my eyes can perceive the more things.

my mouth can speak the more things.

As I am poorer and poorer,

my eyes can see the more extensive place.

my ears can hear the lower sound.

my mouth can find the more modest thing, though sometimes makes the furious sound

When I am poor,

Things to be heard

Things to be seen

And things to be talked

are

too much

precious.

Because all things

are my richness.

My poorness is in my mind.

The poorness to give me richness!

Making a phone call to you everyday just like his routine,

Having no promise with someone except you on weekend,

and planning an event for memorial day when it comes.

Waiting is no longer uneasiness,

Even being alone can make my day full.

Do you have such a friend?

Do you have such a friend?

Your deal today is my deal tomorrow.

Your coming near today is my keeping away tomorrow.

And my coming near today is your keeping away tomorrow.

So that such scars of war by beating and getting a beat between you and I

can also become an emotion of love.

Do you have such a friend?

By the plans which were incomplete,

By the tasks which should be accomplished,

By the things which should be done,

Hanging down again,

I didn't rise up.

Being sunk and sunk,

my brain

and my eyes

could not wake up by the weight

I sought for an excuse once again,

and complained the time.

The days

rise

in a dream

such that.

And

they

are led to

what I should do.