I walked along the street near city hall and noticed that they were having a celebration. This is not unusual, plus it is spring and I was feeling pretty celebratory as well. Then I noticed the music. It was Arirang. Now, Arirang is the kind of unofficial national anthem. It is one of the saddest songs ever written or sung. At the celebration they I almost didn’t recognize the song because they decided to “update” the performance. They made it into a pop song. Now, I don’t want to be imperialistic and I really don’t think I have any right to say what another culture should do or not do. And yet. (You knew there was a ‘And Yet’ in there, didn’t you)– Arirang as a pop song with k-pop dancers? That is just … well, I guess it is their song so they can do whatever makes them happy. It just doesn’t make me that happy.
This is the way I think the song should be played
Now I have a confession to make. I lasted exactly 3 days. Sunday was my downfall. I went downstairs and bought a pack. Smoked one cigarette. Then I put the cigarette out, threw out the rest of the pack. I did this six times. Six. I feel like such a fool. But I am not daunted. I quit again. And so I’m now back on the wagon. A friend of mine said that it is all a journey. That I should be in the now. She also said it was hilarious that I went off the wagon. Six. Times. I am somewhat less than amused.
So back on the wagon. And the knowledge that the only way there is through, and it isn’t the destination, it is the journey.