{"id":2831,"date":"2023-05-23T15:43:28","date_gmt":"2023-05-23T14:43:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.alicewhiteofficial.com\/?p=2831"},"modified":"2023-05-23T15:43:28","modified_gmt":"2023-05-23T14:43:28","slug":"%ea%b8%b8-gil-path","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alicewhiteofficial.com\/?p=2831","title":{"rendered":"\uae38 (Gil \/ Path)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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These dreams were coming to you. They were starting to be annoying. Your dreams were telling you stories you thought weren’t real. You wanted to get rid of them. You tried to think about something else, but nothing helped. Then you reconciled with them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~IN YOUR DREAM~<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was on a train travelling. I looked outside the window. I watched the changing country and thought about the past and future. I realized I wasn’t alone on that train. There were sitting in different places seven boys. I sighed. It was them again. I stood up and sat at the nearest one and wanted to ask him why they were in there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But we dunno, we dunno, we dunno the future
Allowed no time to breathe and tied me up while I was dreaming
The trap of an abandoned reality, oh the trap of one’s youth
My fiery heart lost to my cold head
While I had blind faith that my choice was the right one,” <\/em>he sang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yeah, I don’t know my future. Youth is really hard. Even though hardships come in during every stage of life. It was the boy I met on the beach in my last dream.

“I, who didn’t want to make an even bigger idiot out of myself<\/em>
Came to this place and 3 years have since passed<\/em>
Some say art is long, life is short<\/em>
But now for me, art is life<\/em>
Life is sports<\/em>
Just do it, uh”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yeah, everyday life is art itself. I smiled, maybe a little sadly. Three years is a long time. I moved to another one knowing I won’t get an answer from this one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Would I have changed?
If I had chosen a different path
If I had stopped and looked back
What will I get to see?
At the end of this road
Where you would be standing?”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This one was younger. Probably the youngest of them all. I give it some thought. Would I change if I led a different life? Where would I stand in the end? I should try to do as many things as I want to do I can. I moved to the older one, who looked a little intimidating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Before I knew it, I’ve changed from a high school student
To an oversized child
Grey hairs of greed and ambition increase
And the many friends I had split off one by one
Lonely without family
I greet my third spring in Seoul alone.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sniffled. I knew how it felt. I changed too. It’s tough to live on your own. It was only my second year, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I thought my worries will ease with the debut in front of my nose
I closed my eyes to the present that could not be altered
Reality was different, even when my peers tried to help me
I walked the lightless tunnels on my own
I thought I was alone but I’ve learned that we are seven
No longer barefoot, wearing shoes called Bangtan
We go on forward another step, newer than the last
Towards the fourth spring, we’ll greet in Seoul, woah”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was kinda sad. I was glad they found themselves. I had found a few friends too. Sometimes when I go through a hard time, I realize I am not alone. I can go forward with the help of my friends and family too. They encouraged me. I moved to another person when I realized the train had stopped. We got outside and walked on the path to a distant tree. I walked alongside a rapper-dancer with brown hair. He had a long face but still was handsome as others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“My steps head to Seoul
I, who started out just loving dance
Is soon to stand on stage
Until then I combat the many pains and scars and prepare myself”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went through pain when others weren’t so supportive of my dreams. It left scars in my heart, but now I can face them proudly, achieving them slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I nurture my notion to bend rather than to break
And run for 3 years
And ignite the stars in my heart
Now see me anew
I carve ‘Bangtan’ into a blank page that means the whole world
I walk towards my brighter future
I put on a smile for the further days”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Bangtan. That’s a great name for a band,” I smiled as we stopped in front of the tree. I noticed our names were carved into it. The sunset looked great as we watched it leaning against the tree. It was nice to be there with them. We were silent. I smiled, looking forward to the future.<\/p>\n\n\n

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~END OF DREAM~<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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These dreams were coming to you. They were starting to be annoying. Your dreams were telling you stories you thought weren’t real. You wanted to get rid of them. You tried to think about something else, but nothing helped. Then you reconciled with them. ~IN YOUR DREAM~ I was on a train travelling. I looked outside<\/p>\n

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