The cold suddenly came over us.  Everyone put on thick clothes. A tree that was recently covered with green leaves is starting to turn red in the autumn rain, and is shaking off its colourful leaves, one by one.  My flesh wants me to fill my life with money, with a good reputation and with superficial things – all these are perishable.  But my soul wants me to throw these things to the wind for the time of soul – just like a tree shakes off its leaves to survive the winter.   

Photo by Yong-Bin, Kim│Written by Ji-Young, Kim
Extracted from Yonsei Newspaper #502 (Nov 5, 2016)