Feeling nostalgic
Listening to nothing
I'm going to start putting some thoughts up here so I can share them with people who care. Writing letters by hand and writing some clunks of phrases and words down on my blog are different, and quite a bit, too.
I'm just going to write for the sake of writing where only a few will be reading, so it's going to take on a certain tone of itself. And I'm not writing anythere here that can put me in risk of court martial... until I'm discharged from the Corps. Sorry, but hope you ... enjoy?
2011. 6. 26 Sunday
The weather's been quite horrible - it's been raining constantly for the past 4 days, punctuated by brief 3~4 hour periods of just cloudiness.
It's been over 10 months now since I've enlisted in the Marine Corps. I think I've gone through a damn lot more than I thought I would. Actually, no. I am sure I've gone through a damn lot more than I thought I would. Quite positive about it.
I don't know which is better for the soul: to deny a problem of its existence or to wholeheartedly acknowledge it. Sometimes - maybe every other month or so - during brief periods of tranquility of the mind, I get a pang of homesickness so bad that I can feel it right here in my chest. It feels like some cancerous lump that has been growing little by little for an unknown period of time, and I just want to get it out of my system for good. But how? Why can't I just be rid of that kind of nostalgia? Why is it so hard to gain independence from it?
