finding that adventurous spirit

it's time i set my feet on the ground, aka back to earth. what happened to me? i feel like a hamster all cooped up in this claustraphobic plastic shielded cage also known as corporate america. i can't breath. i need air circulation. if i don't i could just die.
(man i really need to stop likening myself to a hamster)


This is off the coast of Cheju Island, right off of the Korean peninsula. This is my aunt, and some statue of a lady, and myself about 3-4 years ago (has it been that long?). I had just came back from a very cold and very wet and bumpy boat ride. It was ok. Would've been better if my aunt went with me though. She's such a sweet person you'd have no idea i was related to her; so freely devoting of all her time for the Lord, every day, even though it requires of her many miles of walking (no joke), even at her age. It brings me tears thinking about it, of her, yet I don't know why. Maybe it's because she has so little, practically nothing. I'm not even sure if she eats 3 meals a day. I cry for her. She say's she so happy just to be able to serve her God. She always brings me back down to earth. She has so much more than I. Sure, I give her cash to help her. But it's only to feed her stomach. But she definitely doesn't live off it. She probably gives it away. I envy her heart. I envy her life. She's so real. It's about time that I start stepping back to earth again.