It can't be easy, I knew it all along, I thought.

  Even when I failed to ask my best friend out on a date during kindergarten,

  or when I picked a wrong game and got beaten the hell out by a bully on the first day of school,

  or when I ruined 3 SAT 2s in a row because I stupidly missed the first question of each and every one of them.

  Heck, even when I puked all over my girl friend in bed from too much wine on our first and last date, I thought I knew it.

  I could forget about it, pick myself right up from the dumpster and march on.

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  Life doesn't come so easy. If it were, it ain't worth so living. I get it.

  But, what do you do when everything piles on you nonstop. When you hit the bottom so deep, so hard.

  well, I returned back to my mother's home, South Korea, joined the army, and after 3 months of drills, I was in Seoul.

  It wasn't long until I realized, that life wasn't hard. It was just me.

  I made my life hard.

  "Wha--!!!"

  after a short whistle, sky turned black in a blink, the whole world got so quiet that I could hear my heart beat.

  my legs. They were like infants trying to stand for the first time. wiggling like clown on a chopstick.

  Even a giant trampoline with 6 other shenanigans would've felt more secure than this.

  I felt a push, then a pull, and then a grab on my wrist.

  To be honest with you, I could see people making facial movements, but I couldn't quite figure out.

  I didn't speak Korean.

  Then I realized, they were not speaking Korean.

  I didn't speak their tongue, but I knew what Koreans looked like.

  They weren't so greenish. Nor did they have sharp teeth.