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6. Work at Heaven


I have been so easily swayed by the stereotype I never agreed to, by the social norm I could neither verify nor embrace, by the expectations I never wished to meet

The pure, radiant, and sometimes dynamic energy around them— it felt like the warm sunlight falling on a withering tree that had never bloomed before,  the tender rain nourishing the wilted soil of my spirit, gently coaxing the desire to live back to life.

Their warm glances blossomed into the light small talk, then grew into sincere acts of kindness. All knowledge and information were shared openly, every question met with earnest answers, and where something was lacking, it was filled with care. No call for help was ever turned away.

In a harsh world where those who own nine take the only possession of those who have one in order to complete their ten, even at corners of the logistics world, alongside these quiet souls who barely manage the life thrown to them,

I found myself smiling,laughing.The heavy fog of depression vanished like dust in the wind.    Peace and happiness came to settle warmly in my heart.

At this very moment, the Buddhist teaching "All things are up to the mind" (一切唯心造) and Jesus’s words  'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you' have merged and echoed inside me. The Heaven is not somewhere far above; it is here, within us. Everything depends on the mind. If the divine will that Jesus wished to bring to earth, was simply this— to understand , cherish each other, to fill the gaps of human frailty with love—, then the Heaven is not a remote place reserved for a chosen few after death, but a community of souls living in kindness and compassion, here and there.

Without a doubt, this place is  the Heaven for me.   I work in the Heaven.

This blog was originally written in Korean by Young Hwa Son and first published on Brunch, a Korean writing platform. The link is provided below.  https://brunch.co.kr/brunchbook/heavenwarehouse








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