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210101 Namjoon’s Weverse Post

I see the year 2020 [yet another year] is leaving. Though we expected 2020 to be special like the name would suggest [2020, marking the start of a new decade], it was a year that ruthlessly laughed in our faces. Performances without audiences, stages without cheers/applause.. Does this really make sense. Does this make sense/is this real. Yesterday and the day before yesterday too, I sat in the same old studio waiting room chair and brooded over it over and over again. Thinking, “Really, a world has come in which ‘nonsense’ has become ‘sense’.”

Lethargy, that carelessly/indifferently gets learned like [the slow repetitive rhythm of] water falling through the gap between rocks. Though it feels like, in order to resist everything that represents frustration [or defeat in despair], I need to burst out of my seat in order to accomplish it, I am told by those fingers pointing at me to just stay in the same place–to just stay. I read books and then read some more, start strange new things through “Untact” (Korea’s newly-coined term for “no contact”). Home-teu (at-home training/working out) and delivery food too. Doing everything conceivable that can be done in our small rooms, was this not our constant perpetual life rhythm this year? Though it is still ongoing/we are still continuing to live in this way..

One way or another, time passes. And the people who survived this past year feeling like this year would never pass/leave/go away, are now waiting for spring again. Will spring really come? Will a spring that really feels like spring come? Though I try not to have expectations because I don’t want to be disappointed, I think it is what humans are inclined to do/what it is to be a person–to want to hold tight to a crumb-like thread of hope to be able to wake up from sleep again. In the midst of all that, I engrave into my chest once again the fact that, even in this cold winter, I am/we are receiving the love and affectionate gazes of many people, and I say to myself with determination that I will not be easily broken/swayed. Even if no one is there, I am listening.

While sending off this past year, I tried to keep my writing short and to write calmly but seeing as how each word has latched onto the tail end of the previous sentence a whole lot, it seems I am still a long way from becoming a beautiful tree*. Though I try to prune [my thought branches] every day, clear and blurry words and imaginations creep up following the path in the back of my head, and grow. Well, I guess me thinking “I can’t live without needing to stick my hand out into the abyss and stir my hand about [out of curiosity/out of the need to find out/get a feel for what’s out there]” is just my original shape [is just who I am as a person]. The grown-ups/older people around me say ‘you’re the type of person who needs to let go of/release his ssung.’ Not even sung (anger), but ssung (‘anger’ said with emphasis). Kekeke

These days, I felt good/was in a good mood just by having a day without fine dust/toxic haze/air pollution. I seem to be like that even more than before. It feels like my bar for what warrants a good mood has gotten endlessly lower? Is it a good thing that I am now satisfied easily? Then suddenly I ask ‘what if I could actually perform in front of you all now in person?’ Why do the things that were obvious/for certain/a given before, feel like a dream.. huhu/hoho (pensive, somewhat old-man-scholar-like laugh). I’m trying to store this past year away as a lesson about not cherishing/treating as precious what is precious. Though we may not know it yet, [this past year] must have taught us so many things. I just hope it doesn’t take us long to realize what it is we have learned.

The sunset is currently hanging on at the end of the eaves. To the many particles of dust who, like me, are working hard to stay afloat in this blue dot (t/n: probably referring to the earth) in whatever form they can manage. And to the familiar cynicism, envy and jealousies over there outside that threaten to devour us. I write this letter. To say this past year was not in vain. In the end, the words “I love you” are the only ones that come to mind but I write to you like this again while searching and wandering/struggling to find a better word that hasn’t been worn and worn again. During these days that are probably exhausting, thank you for staunchly/gladly accompanying us on this weary journey.

My only wish is that you all are healthy and that we all laugh a lot together. Let us walk onward towards a more spring-like spring day. You all went through a lot this year/well done. I hope we can be a source of strength to you.

Do remember they can’t cancel the spring. 

Happy New Year (wishing you lots of luck/fortune in the new year) !

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-Namjoon

(T/N: *아름드리 나무 (beautiful tree) is the wording Namjoon’s counselor/therapist used several years ago to reassure Namjoon when Namjoon was worried he thinks and talks too much. The tree analogy is mentioned and explained in his BTS Live : RM 🍊 Vlive)

Lethargy, that carelessly/indifferently gets learned like [the slow repetitive rhythm of] water falling through the gap between rocks. Though it feels like, in order to resist everything that represents frustration [or defeat in despair], I need to burst out of my seat in order to accomplish it, I am told by those fingers pointing at me to just stay in the same place–to just stay… Doing everything conceivable that can be done in our small rooms, was this not our constant perpetual life rhythm this year?Though it is still ongoing/we are still continuing to live in this way.

This man always has the best words.

THIS JUST PROVES THAT: BTS = BIG SEROTONIN BOOST 

the way taehyung always says the funniest things with such a straight face 😂

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