민들레라 하면 봄철의 시골 들판을 떠오르게 한다
Indeed, the dandelions remind me so much of a solitary trip taken in the springtime, or for that matter, it was in summer the two occasions I witnessed the plants took flight. One wonders how and why they decide to just parted and be scattered all over the distant, strange lands. And the fascinating fact that they only will explode and depart in full bloom, which seems rather philosophical now that I am writing this. It certainly can be liken to a celebration of adulthood, or maturity, completeness and thus, the celebrated life in action? A friend once commented that he has yet to fathom the moral of the story of that little wonderful tale about the chipped Mr. “O” who was in search of his missing piece, only to relent to the fierce reality of a suffocating completeness to say 안녕 when the piece was found and they became as one. Perhaps, the only meaning in it was in the search for a meaning and therefore, it goes without saying that everything then reduces to meaninglessness once the meaning was found. Does that make sense? It certainly does if you ponder over and over again, or think hard enough. Well, half the fun in doing something is while seeking it, the ecstasy may be experienced at the point of meeting and then there’s no more left to, well, experience. So just as the search was over, the thrill ended and a new cobweb of meaning must be weaved starting from nought. This doesn’t seem difficult to get it, to admit to it may be the real challenge and so many a time, it could be pretty much ignored or downplayed. Anyway, take a deep breath and have your ears sprung up, the plants are calling out to the wild uncertainty, you may just catch them like I did, doing their ever so daring stunts. Take flight, take heart.