At the border, ribbons flutter in the breeze. Messages of every kind, written in hues of hope.
One catches my eye: “One Korea. One dream.”
Despite the rockets launched or speeches rattled from global podiums, these ribbons remain steadfast, carrying fervent hopes and fragile dreams.
Dreams of a different future. A longing for peace. For harmony.
Thankfully, human hope endures where politics falters.
At Imjingak, the ribbons whisper what the world sometimes forgets.
Dance, music and colour. You are running between places and suddenly, at the end of the street, a street performance.
You just stop. And look. And then see more than what’s on. In flowing flawless white with a whip of a red and blue, the artists move with elan.
The drizzle threatens. But people are on a song and dance. The twirl of the ribbon and the music from the instrument colour the grey sky.
(at Seoul, South Korea)
To walk through a new country, pick up its words, and lose yourself in its culture is to realise that home is not just a place—it’s a feeling. The warmth of strangers, the kindness in shared smiles, and the quiet understanding that, beneath it all, we are more alike than we think.
Our differences? Striking. Our similarities? Unexpected. Both, worth celebrating.
And so, on this day, as Korea marks its Independence, a simple wish: May we all keep moving forward, embracing the unfamiliar, and finding pieces of home wherever we go.
Happy Independence Day, Korea! 🇰🇷