I couldn't think about a word that will describes me, so I thought and thought and I finally choose 'pollen'. It travels where the wind takes it, and wether it plants its self on good soil, bad soil, or no soil, it still grows. When it grows it can be taken as a pest (weed) or something good (flower). I saw the pollen as myself; the wind, my journey of finding myself being pulled here and there; the soil, my destinations and experiences.
After some small talks and listening to my conversation with my friend, this was her final drawing based on my word. And this is the poetry she wrote with it:
어디로 가는지 몰라도
날면 어느새 나는
태양선의 강렬한을
나무의 강인한을 닮아가며
I don't know where I'm heading
but while flying, I'm getting
the Sun's strong rays.
the tree's thick trunk.
-초 선영 Cho Sun Young
Before we parted, she said 'It's not the destination that matters, but the journey'. I thought, she gets it, and smiled.
If you are interested to look at her works or just to get to know her more, here is her website:
http://www.chosunyoung.com/
