A picked Geumja si

Not long ago, I met an old friend and had dinner. I said, someone he knows well wants to meet him." "Ah! A picked Kumja si.” It was a word that he was reluctant to meet her.

The term was taken from the title of the movie, "A friendly Geumja si." Even after a few days, the word still hangs in my head. Like he want me to listen to the word.

These days, there are many-picked Geumja si around me. These are women who entered menopause in their early fifties. First of all, I'm the typical character of the picked Geumja si.

They made a fuss about studying for a master's degree or a doctor's degree. Some of them couldn't get married. Some of them got married late. They made a fuss about raising their children as like grandchildren. After sending their children to college dorms, they are making a fuss again to save career that have not been able to do so in earnest. They've had menopause mixed up in that mess.

Some of them are doing well by making use of their studies. Some of them diligently follow in the footsteps of their successful friends. Some friends gave up their carrier and went the other way. By the early fifties, friends who have settled down have a stable life, and those who don't are still struggling.

A friend who is ahead gets haggard by the stress of having to run nonstop to keep his place. The friends who are chasing is haggard to keep up with the friend who is leading. Friends who gave up at, even if gave up on it, can't give up his lingering feelings about what they wanted to do.

I feel like we are continuing to run an endless marathon. The marathon in the Olympic games is over after running a set distance. But the marathon in life we are going to has no fixed length. We are running a marathon on the path of death under stress.

Sometimes meeting is less harsh. However, if we meet often, we can see the dark side from the bottom. Therefore, I should not forget my father is always telling me. "Do not go near or far." It hurts a friend even if it is too close, and hurts a friend when it is too far.

When the monk is not enlightened, I has heard that he goes down deep into the mountains and then comes down from the mountain once he is enlightened. A foolish 50-year-old without enlightenment lives quietly to earn enlightenment, and when they turns 60 years old, will return as a friendly Geumja si?