It still amazes me when I look back at the past.
There was a time when I could stand straight, stretch my leg upward, and almost touch the ceiling. My body was incredibly flexible, and Taekwondo training gave me strength and confidence.
But when I stopped practicing, my body slowly became stiff. Whenever I tell people that I once kicked above the head of a 180cm tall guy, they laugh and think I’m exaggerating. Then I show them an old picture, and suddenly they believe me. They ask, “Can you still do that now?” and I honestly answer, “No.”
At first, that answer felt sad. But later, I realized something important: what matters most is not what I could do in the past, but who I am now.
Glory or grief from yesterday does not define me today. Memories are precious, but we live in the present. Of course, remembering the past has value, but we cannot stay there forever. Whether the memory is bright or painful, it should guide us toward a better tomorrow, not trap us in yesterday.
So what is the presence?