The aesthetics of Time
As I am getting older,
Time is running between us without stopping.
When I am cold and hungry in my school days
during walking down the path of asceticism with my studies,
With sparkling eyes and a warm smile,
there is one who introduces difficult economics.
Out of a sudden
I thought of that person.
I searched the Internet in a hurry.
He was born in 1930.
He has already been born 93 years.
I haven't heard from him yet.
If he's alive,
He is now ninety three years old.
That person...
He retired from his professorship in 1996 and went on the path of literature that he usually liked.
He writes poems.
He wrote essays and went up to the award.
He lived his life faithfully.
The first writing of essay
It's called "Monologue in Study room".
The essay is...
He expressed his inner solitude very well.
In the essay,
I can feel the solitude and loneliness of his life deep in my heart and think about the pain of the professor
I cried a lot in my heart.
If I had a chance to find out about it a little earlier,
We can meet and have a warm meal
with a glass of wine .
I could have listened his life story closer...
A time runs so fast...
while I was off ftom the searching
It went by so quickly.
I tried to find out the phone number and send a text message.
As expected, there was no reply.
Today
I have successfully made communication with him dramatically.
I spoke to the old professor on the phone.
I'm so happy.
He told me that he's staying in Silver Town.
But he doesn't have much energy in his voice,
I can feel his willingness for living through the talking.
We talked about His economics class lecture and.
his essay..
I feel he enjoyed to talk with me so much.
I hung up the phone after talking
Now and forever
I wish him to stay healthy
and happy ....
Kim Jeong-sig
Time does not wait for us.