Hyyh Quotes

I once heard a saying that God makes us lonely to lead us to Him. But I was not lonely. I was not following the path towards myself. This was a retreat. I was running away from myself.

The world gave us new wounds even before the old ones could heal.

Before I knew it, I was screaming out onto the sea. Amidst the thundering drilling sound, I couldn't even hear what my dream was.

Poverty eats into the heart of life. It turns what's precious into something meaningless. It makes you give up what shouldn't be given up. It makes you doubt, fear and despair.

Someone asked me a question as my consciousness grew dimmer and dimmer. “It'll be more painful to live than to die. Do you still want to live?

Height is important. But so is depth. You have to hit your bottom. You have to go down until you can't go lower, until you feel as if you'll suffocate from your despair. Then, you have to escape from it. What is crucial is to discover your driving force. In other words, you have to find what makes you stand firm again. Once you find it, don't ever let go. It can be a person or a desire. It can be evil and disgusting. But stick to it.

The next minute, we were are all looking out onto the sea and shouting our dreams. HoSeok covered his ears with both hands and opened his mouth wide. He seemed to be competing with the drilling sound, but it was inaudible. It was the same for TaeHyung, JiMin, and NamJoon. Each of us cried out a story that would never reach any destination.

At such moments, fear rushed over me. What am I running away from then? What does it take to escape from myself? Everything looked hopeless.

I just continued to give up on myself bit by bit, just as a fingernail grows.

Human beings are so absurdly strong, or so absurdly weak, and we were the proof — feeling starved, complaining that our legs hurt, and laughing together even in this situation.

Is the world tough for you, too?” I asked. As expected, the earthshaking rumble of the drill swallowed my voice. YoonGi's puzzled look told me he didn't understand. I screamed again. “Do you want to give up on this world, too?

The path he was walking down and the path I walked through were both narrow and bleak. He and I were both alone.

I'd inflicted pain on others as I suffered greater pain. I looked away from their wounds. I didn't want to get involved. This was who I was.

My thoughts settled on that room we used as a hideout in high school. We used to laugh and chat together, but those days were long gone. Likewise, the time we spend here will come to an end.

People always said so easily that we need to overcome our wounds, embrace them, and accept them as part of our lives. That we need to reconcile with and forgive others to go on living. It wasn't that I wasn't aware of it. It wasn't that I didn't want to give it a try. But giving it a try didn't guarantee success. No one had taught me how. The world gave us new wounds even before the old ones could heal. Surely, no one in the world can avoid getting hurt. I was aware of that. But do we really need to get hurt this deeply? For what? Why did these things happen to us?

I'm really OK. See. I'm fine.” TaeHyung smiled. I didn't respond. He couldn't be OK. But once he admitted that he wasn't OK, he wouldn't be able to bear it. So he was just ignoring the truth.

I wasn't sure how JungKook could save YoonGi. That decisive moment in life, that last moment, for each of us, including JungKook and YoonGi, can't be interfered with. It can only be shared by those who suffer the same wounds, understand each other's fears, dreams, and defeats, and therefore see through each other to the core.

No one else had opened that door and stepped in here. Maybe no one ever would. All those who meet must part, without exception. It could've been our turn. But, if someone still felt the need for “us” to be together, I wanted to send him a signal that I was here. I wanted to show him that “our” hideout was still here and still lit.

I knew what to do, but it didn't mean that I wasn't frightened. Would I be able to put an end to this string of bad luck and pain? Doesn't repeated failure mean there's no possibility of success? Doesn't it mean we should give up? Is happiness really a vain hope for us? My head was throbbing with these thoughts.

Would I be able to straighten out the errors and mistakes and save all of us? I didn't grasp the depth and weight of this question. It was true that I desperately wanted to save all of us. No one deserves to die, to despair, to be suppressed, and to be despised. On top of that, they were my friends. We might've had our flaws and scars and have been twisted up and distorted. We might've been nobodies. But we were alive. We had days to live, plans to follow, and dreams to fulfill.

What would it mean to complete this piece? I still couldn't find the answer. But there was something that preceded this question and the answer. I wanted to capture all this before it scattered into the air. It wasn't to please anyone or to prove something. It wasn't even for myself. I just wanted to capture this emotion, pain, and fear, which were about to explode in my head and heart, with music. It didn't have to signal the beginning of something. It didn't have to mean anything. I just wanted to complete this music.

Then are you OK now?” JiMin, who'd been listening quietly for some time, turned his head towards me and asked the question. Am I OK now? I asked myself. JiMin was still looking at me. He was neither criticizing not sympathizing with me. I looked down at the brightly lit city below. “Well, I don't know. We'll be able to figure it out as time goes by. I'm looking forward to it. Aren't you?” JiMin giggled. I laughed along.

Sometime before, I'd asked the others what their dreams were. SeokJin said he dreams of becoming a good person. YoonGi said it was OK to have no dream. HoSeok just wished to be happy. And namjoon. what did he tell us? I can't recall, but it was nothing special. Basically, none of us had a dream to pursue. So, why were we walking along this hot beach under the scorching sun to get to some rock 3.5km away, which supposedly makes dreams come true?

By the way, what is a dream?” I asked after some hesitation. YoonGi answered in his drawling voice. “I told you I don't have one.” “No, I mean... .” I hesitated and continued. “I was wondering what a dream is. What do people mean by a dream?” He looked at me and then turned his gaze towards the sky, frowning. “Something you want to achieve? I guess.” HoSeok took over, waving his mobile phone at us. “The dictionary definitions are first, ‘an imaginary series of events you experience while you are asleep’; second, ‘a situation or an ideal you hope to realize’; and third, ‘false expectations or thoughts that are almost unlikely or completely unlikely to turn into reality’.” “Isn't the third definition odd? How can something that is unlikely to turn into reality be called a dream?” HoSeok responded. “People sometimes tell you to wake up from your dream. So, if you're dreaming of turning back and going home before we get to the rock, wake up from your dream!” Some of us laughed out loud, but the rest showed no reaction, probably because they had no more energy left. “That's weird. How can something that you want to achieve most in your life and something that is unlikely to come true both be called a dream?” YoonGi said, giggling. “Maybe it means that people are that desperate. They just can't give up on their dreams even though they know they won't come true. Don't ever try to have a dream.” I looked at him in surprise.“How come?” YoonGi had started biting his nails and, feeling conscious of my glance, he put his hands in his pockets. “Because it's tough having one.