Do know that whatever you are now is the product of the decisions you made. Always remember that.
There is no blaming anyone or anything for what you have become. There is only you. It is my hope that you are now living a life that I’m dreaming of right now.
Of course, we are one. But you should have learned better now. I expect you to have wisdom – discernment. I hope for the best so I will do my part to help you. But in case I fail, I hope you do forgive me and move on.
Do not let my failures drag you. I will fight and you should too. Look ahead.
Perhaps I will not have the right to be saying all these things but that is how it should be. Live. Continue fighting.
As what the Cassiopeian bloodline always say: ‘Always Keep the Faith.’
(Shared by: Jung Hyun Ran on Youtube)
I’d like to begin by talking about myself. I was born in Ilsan, a city near Seoul, South Korea. It is a really beautiful place with a lake, hills, and even an annual flower festival. I spent a very happy childhood there, and I was just an ordinary boy.
I used to look up at the night sky and wonder, and I used to dream the dreams of a boy. I used to imagine that I was a superhero who could save the world. In an intro to one of our early albums, there’s a line that says, ‘My heart stopped when I was maybe nine or ten.’
Looking back, I think that’s when I began to worry about what other people thought of me and started seeing myself through their eyes. I stopped looking up at the night skies, the stars. I stopped daydreaming. Instead, I just tried to jam myself into the molds that other people made.
Soon, I began to shut out my own voice and started to listen to the voices of others. No one called out my name, and neither did I. My heart stopped, and my eyes closed shut. So, like this, I, we, all lost our names. We became like ghosts.
But I had one sanctuary, and that was music. There was a small voice inside of me that said, ‘Wake up, man, and listen to yourself.’ But it took me a long time to hear music calling my real name.
Even after making the decision to join BTS, there were a lot of hurdles. Some people may not believe, but most people thought we were hopeless. Sometimes I just wanted to quit. But I think I was very lucky that I didn’t give it all up. And I’m sure that I, and we, will keep stumbling and falling like this.
BTS has become artists performing in those huge stadiums and selling millions of albums right now, but I am still an ordinary 24-year-old guy. If there’s anything that I achieved, it was only possible that I have my other BTS members right by my side, and because of the love and support that our ARMY fans all over the world make for us. And maybe I made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s me is still me.
Today, I am who I am with all of my faults and my mistakes. Tomorrow, I might be a tiny bit wiser, and that’ll be me too. These faults and mistakes are what I am, making up the brightest stars in the constellation of my life. I have come to love myself for who I am, for who I was, and for who I hope to become.
I’d like to say one last thing: After releasing our Love Yourself albums and launching the ‘Love Myself’ campaign, we started to hear remarkable stories from our fans all over the world. How our message helped them overcome hardships in life and start loving themselves. Those stories constantly remind us of our responsibility.
So let’s take all one more step. We have learned to love ourselves, so now I urge you to speak yourself. I’d like to ask all of you, ‘What is your name?’ ‘What excites you and makes your heart beat?’
Tell me your story.
I want to hear your voice, and I want to hear your conviction. No matter who you are, where you’re from, your skin color, your gender identity, just speak yourself. I’m Kim Nam-joon, and also RM of BTS.
I am an idol, and I am an artist from a small town in Korea. Like most people, I’ve made many and plenty mistakes in my life. I have my faults, and I have many more fears, but I’m going to embrace myself as hard as I can, and I’m starting to love myself gradually, just little by little.
What is your name? Speak yourself.
Thank you very much.
I’ve read somewhere how solitude can be dangerous as it can feel comfortable to the point that you stop wanting to deal with people.
Dealing with people, to be honest, can be tiring. It requires a certain amount of energy enough to handle a conversation. Most especially if you don’t like them.
That brings the question, what irks you in a person?
Me? I don’t like insensitive personalities. I’m bothered by individuals who act as though they’re the only people around – all the while ignoring what other people think.
Of course, minding others is a choice. But sensitivity is a basic courtesy. If one doesn’t care about what people think, then fine. But couldn’t one at least have the decency to feel for others?
Then again, not all share the same opinion. Not everyone has similar views on things. I’m might just be too sensitive. And I have troubles dealing with rude, insensitive personalities.
I’m no hypocrite. So don’t go telling me how I should play nice. At some point, cutting off connections and closing doors are all part of growing up.
Heart-pounding…the novel’s overall theme of family resonates, and the relentless pace and twists of the narrative sizzle on the page. – Library Journal
I have a fair deal of reading favorites when it comes to the mystery/suspense genre. And while I’m far from being an expert, I can easily add or dismiss a book based on how it appeals to me on the first 3 chapters.
The Book of Lies had me in the first chapter.
It’s curious, fast, and dramatic, and when combined in the opening act, how can you resist?
One element that is worth mentioning and something which sets it apart from many suspense stories is the ‘family angle.’ Whereas a lot of work belonging to the same genre introduces villains and protagonists as having some direct connections with huge conspiracies, The Book of Lies builds up in a story of a boy’s personal family loss and how it affected his actions which eventually led him on the quest to find one of the world’s greatest mysteries while at the same time struggling to keep himself (and his loved ones) alive.
The ‘family theme’ has remained intact throughout the narrative. It never got lost.
We also see a very unique mystery twist between pop culture and the Bible. With Superman’s history being brought at the center stage and how it relates to the world’s very first murder – that of the Bible’s Cain and Abel. Who would’ve thought, right?
But it’s quite anticlimactic at the end and a part of me (the adrenaline-induced me) wished to find something a bit more shocking. I mean, all these times people died and killed for that single mystery behind ‘The Book of Lies!’ It must be worth those lives!
But perhaps it is. After all, most of the answers to complex riddles are found in plain sight. We just don’t see it. This story is one of those. Beautifully delivered.
It’s an intriguing treat, with a unique ingredient to fans of Bible mystery fiction. Plus, the family drama is worth the read!
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ / 5
Endurance can be tricky.
At times you think you are doing well only to find out how you are not really making significant progress.
The more one thinks about endurance the more challenging it feels.
I don’t consider myself well-trained when it comes to endurance, and there is a good chance that when a real test comes I won’t be able to hold my ground that well. And yet the idea itself calls for more motivation to do better. Next time.
We’ll never know when next time comes.
And I guess there is no use worrying about that.
We do what we do in the current situation we have.
Our limited lifespan.
You want a real page-turner, but you don’t want to tarnish your reputation for literary taste. THE OTHER BOLEYN GIRL is your kind of…book. – Janice Numura, Newsday
Historical facts can easily get lost in a pool of fictional narrative, but what’s the harm?
First off, the book is very clear on one thing – A WORK OF FICTION. A fabrication, inspired by the existence of real-life individuals of the past. Surely, one can’t expect a blow-by-blow recount of who did what.
I’ve read several reviews from dissatisfied readers who are straightforward in their dislike for this book – on how it supposedly distorted history and exaggerated the characters’ experiences to favor drama.
But isn’t that a crucial point for all fictitious works?
The challenge is to learn how to mindfully recognize facts from fiction and still enjoy the mixture of both – not exactly easy.
First, Ms. Gregory crafted the characters in a way that made them alive and highly human for the readers to relate. She writes beautifully in a way that makes it easy to believe that the lines were actually spoken by Mary or the late Queen Anne Boleyn. Characterization was consistent, and she takes care of everyone, making sure that they do their part as they did in history, but of course with an added spice.
A look into Mary Boleyn’s thoughts:
But Queen Katherine was more to her husband than an ally in wartime. However much I might please Henry, he was still her boy – her lovely indulged spoilt golden boy. He might summon me or any other girl to his room, without disturbing the constant steady affection between them which had sprung from her ability, long ago, to love this man who was more foolish, more selfish, and less of a prince than she was a princess.
Second, the sequence and presentation of events were pretty much how it really was.
Third has something to do with the details used to fill in the gaps that remained a mystery throughout history. I always find it welcome to read something out of one’s imagination to fill that void. The intrigue and conspiracy are dominant in this work.
I would still say, though that this isn’t for everyone – as with other books. But for fans of England’s rich monarchial history and those who remain fascinated by Queen Anne (just like me), then this is an easy, fast-paced read worth a try.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ / 5
It first came as an interest powered by curiosity.
The idea of blogging was an attraction – it made me feel in control as much as I’m responsible.
Every time I put out a post, I feel the need to ensure it has the message I want to share. English isn’t my first language, and I’m not an English major too, so starting a blog using the language was a challenge.
But I am able to communicate, nonetheless.
As months pass by, blogging has become more than an interest. It became a routine, a habit. Then at some point a form of therapy for some intense emotional and mental issues I had to deal with.
Blogging then can be a wonderful past time. But I do it for it heals. And I learn more along the way.