[카테고리:] Daily Journal

Why I Live in Boracay

This morning, while lying under the sun by the pool, a thought came to me:
“Why have I chosen to live in Boracay, instead of back in Korea?”

The answer is surprisingly simple.
Here, there are many things I don’t have to do myself.
Driving, doing the dishes, cleaning, laundry—
tasks that were a given in Korea.
But in Boracay, I have help.
And the time I save is time I get to spend on what truly matters.

No matter how hard you scrub the dishes, your life doesn’t change.
But in that same time,
I could be kite surfing over the sea,
jogging through the morning breeze,
waking up my body with a swim,
studying English,
writing blog posts,
or learning how to grow a YouTube channel.

Freedom doesn’t come from having more time,
but from how you spend the time you already have.

Back in Korea, even when I moved fast, I always felt like I was behind.
Eat, then wash the dishes.
Finish work, then clean.
Prepare for tomorrow without ever catching my breath.
But here, with the little things taken off my plate,
I find that bit by bit—
my life is transforming.

And that’s why I choose to stay.

Be happy today.

Title: A Philosophical Duel Inside My Stomach

As I jogged through the soft morning light of Boracay, something unexpected happened—not outside, but inside. Deep within, a debate was raging.

“Do we really need to eat today?” asked the Two-Day-One-Meal Clan.

“We’re not even that hungry. Fasting is good. Lean and clean. Let’s rest the gut.”

But across the table—figuratively—stood the ever-disciplined One-Meal-a-Day League.

“You ran over Mount Luho. You wrote a blog. You’re about to swim. Are we really skipping nutrition for pride?”

It wasn’t just a disagreement—it was war.

Each step I took was like the sound of gongs in an ancient arena.

Two philosophies. One body.

The Two-Day-One-Meal Clan threw in studies, YouTube gurus, and a sense of spiritual discipline.

The One-Meal-a-Day League countered with logic, muscle preservation, and the smell of freshly cooked rice.

It was close. For a moment, I almost turned around and walked past breakfast.

But then… a soft breeze carried the scent of garlic fried rice.

And just like that, the decision was made.

One-Meal-a-Day wins again.

I sat down, smiled at my plate, and whispered,

“You may have won today… but the duel continues tomorrow.”

Be happy today.