I AM KOREAN AMERICAN

Own Words

Korean-Americans are fascinating. But so is everybody else. It’s hard not to put a label on every person you meet and that’s why the more I learn, the less I judge. I try to lay my criticisms aside. I’m not traveled nearly enough to know where I want to be in 10 years, 20 years, but I do know that road is long and winding. Random thoughts are my specialty, and there is no purpose in half the things I think or say. Fragments complete me. So do irony. Ha! I want to make a change in this world. I don’t want to live for myself. Or at least make a difference in the life of one person, just one. Tangents are fun – staying on track = missed opportunities. Give, give, give. My mother asked me to join a Dokdo (sp?) rally and I insisted my friend’s birthday party was more important. Felt shame afterwards. *Something here about Korean-Americans uniting* Lists are structured. I feel that my entry should be a list but I like the way things clutter. It’s chaotic and beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, I’ll see you in my island bungalow many, many years from now. Everyone’s invited.