I wish your world could be added to my world!
The fifth installment of the "Joy Series," which explores the fullness of emptiness.

“Are moments of joy the same for everyone?” This question began the “Joy Series,” which conveys that happiness exists right here, right now, for everyone.
It's a journey to find your happiness, not ours, about moments that no one considered joyful.
I hope that each person's joy will come together to become our diversity.

The fifth in the Joy series, “Illuminating Joy,” is a story of emptiness and fullness.
This world is full of shining things.
From the city streets at night to small boats floating on the sea, people dressed in colorful clothes and adorned with glittering decorations, shining people.
Everything seems to be shining except me.
So we want to shine.
I hope that I, not someone else, will be the one who shines.
But if the world is filled with only shining things, can we really say that it is 'shining'?

Shining is only about showing me, not seeing me.
For something to shine, it needs to be illuminated.
Emptying myself to illuminate someone else is ultimately about knowing myself and becoming my true self.
The moment ‘I’ become clear like that, we are connected.
In this world where people think that only being full of 'me' can help them know themselves, in order to know themselves, they must empty themselves and make room for others.
For something to shine, doesn't it need to be illuminated?

The wind that blows now is just ordinary, but back then, the air was created and the wind came into being, a wonder that changed the whole world.
Writing is like the wind.
Every single sentence that came to me today is special.
Finding the extraordinary in the ordinary, that is the joy of writing.
After a hard day's work, a breath of fresh air is truly precious.

--- From the "Book Preface"

It's normal for things not to go as planned.
If things go as planned, it's a miracle.
Being able to move your fingers and put a spoon in your mouth would be one of the greatest miracles.
Whenever something doesn't go my way among those countless miracles, I habitually look at the prickly ash branch in the photo.
'are you okay.
are you okay.
'A new path will open,' he whispers.

--- From "Pruning"

It is better to be empty than full, and small than big.
They stimulate my subconscious and awaken my imagination.
What could have been there?
What was written there?
Where on earth did it go?
People fill it with their own imaginations.
Because it would be a magical space that would keep filling up no matter how much you filled it.
--- From "It's Good to Be Empty"

Today, too, I live in a world caught in my own gaze, unable to see the Korean Peninsula and the countless airplanes floating in the sky.
That's why the world your gaze gave me is precious.
I wish my eyes could meet yours, and your world could be added to my world.
I wish I could express my gratitude for your hard work and attention at the end of each day.

--- From "Your Gaze"

Actually, it is flowing.
The water flows down the flower pot, moistens the dry roots, and flows back to the ground. The water stays in the dripper for a while, absorbs the aroma of coffee, and flows down. The water also briefly stays in the cup, and then flows down our parched throats and into our bodies.
The only difference is the time it stays, and the container it holds also flows again.

--- From "It's Right to Flow"