Dear My 90% Perfect Man
To my philosopher, my teacher, my man
I remember the nights in Hyehwa at my age of 22.
I remember your lecture that lasted until dawn.
You, who were more interested in the essence than anyone I have ever seen.
You, my philosopher.
I loved you, who gave insight that was about 25 years ahead of me, and your words which explained logically and passionately.
And of course, I still love you.
You have become a part of me, you have penetrated deeply into my heart and mind, becoming my skeleton, my flesh, and a part of me.
There is no way that I will stop loving you.
The reason I had read books so much and watched tons of movies was to find the right words that could explain this mysterious and confusing emotions that I couldn't figure out on my behalf.
I was a kid collecting and searching for the words.
The joy of meeting the lines and phrases just like my heart,
The relief of knowing that I'm not the only one experiencing this,
It became the source of strength to move on to the next page of my life.
You said that the philosophy of liberal arts is like math for natural sciences.
I think the difference between liberal arts and natural sciences is the difference in direction to understand the world.
The science department first understands the external world and applies the realized principles to the inside, whereas liberal arts department are those who first explore the internal world and then observe the world based on it.
Just as the formula of the universe is expressed as a mathematical formula, the human formula represented by literature, society, and history is represented by philosophy.
you introduced philosophy to me in this way.
Love, loneliness, work, dreams, consumption, etc. - All the subjects you dealt with penetrate deep inside my tickling head, and plucked up, break down, destroyed, and overturned my nonsense, and rebuilt my scattered emotions and gave me the new strength to planted new ones.
Except for one subject, ‘God’.
You are not God,
but you can be certain about God.
Further, you can also do lecture.
I did not understand.
Because I don't speak up about, I am not sure.
Because I make up my mind when I surely checked
Because I was a kid who was so moved when my father talked about the law “The Principle of Presumption of Innocence.”-Article 27, Clause 4 of the Constitution of the Republic of Korea.
So, you are 90% of me.
Even with my mother who gave me a birth, opinions vary on everything, but what? 90%?
How can I not love you.
I've been busy with life, so I haven't known your present for a long time.
And about six months ago, I searched for you, and you became too skinny.
In an instant, my heart sank to the bottom of my feet.
thud-. thud-. thud-.
My doctor, my teacher,
My friend, my man,
Please be healthy.
Please stay alive to the end, and see the remaining 10% of the essence of world you have longed for.
My grateful man.
Please don't get sick.
Teacher-,
I still smell the air at 4 a.m. in Hyehwa, in my age of 22.
I’m sure you will remember it too.
The lecture, which started at 7 pm, continued into the dawn.
You worried about students without a car, so stayed with us until the first subway arrives.
Thank you for putting together fragments of that dreary feeling until the dawn.
“If a 22-year-old is suffering from these kinds of worries, it means you've been living a wrong life so far.
But if you could digest your pain in your 20s, You are going to have a glorious 30's”
Sir, I lived with your words in my heart.
The 20s you mentioned have 10 days left.
I'll try to be a great person in my 30s.
Teacher-, So please be strong too.
I'll see you on a nice day.
A good day is coming soon.
Please wait.
I love you.
I miss you.
