“How do you live?” they ask.

Honestly… I don’t know.

But the funny thing is—

this question follows everyone.

나만 묻는 말이 아니더라.

(Turns out I’m not the only one asking this.)

On the morning commute,

every face looks different,

but the weight around the eyes

is copied and pasted.

We say we live different lives,

but somehow hit the same walls.

Nobody explains why the walls are there,

yet we grow up measuring ourselves against them.

The strangest part is this:

it’s been here so long

that “strange” stopped being the word for it.

익숙함이 가장 무섭지.

(Familiarity is the scariest thing.)

Saying “life is hard”

isn’t personal.

It’s a shared report

we unconsciously co-write.

We all know this:

life isn’t simple.

Nobody’s perfect,

nobody got a manual.

Still, somehow,

we keep going.

And that alone

is worth noting.

At lunch, we walk the same pace.

After work, we collapse the same way.

Online, people curate their joy,

but exhaustion…

that never edits well.

Happiness, loneliness, fear—

different shapes,

same pressure.

That’s why personal questions

turn into collective ones.

And collective questions

come without answers.

정답 없는 질문들.

(Questions with no right answers.)

Life isn’t math,

but it demands solutions.

It isn’t philosophy,

but it keeps offering riddles.

Sometimes interpretation

is the only survival tool we have.

That’s why the questions stay.

We don’t ask to solve life—

we ask to stay awake in it.

We all know this:

life is confusing,

crowded,

relentless.

But also—

it continues

for smaller reasons

than we imagine.

그게 삶이더라.

(That’s what life turned out to be.)

Questions—남고

(Questions—remain.)

We—계속 가고

(We—keep moving.)

Answers—없고

(Answers—are missing.)

하루는—또 오고

(A new day—still comes.)

Choices—흔들리고

(Choices—keep shaking.)

People—흘러가고

(People—flow past.)

Silence—깊어지고

(Silence—grows deeper.)

생각은—또 쌓이고

(Thoughts—pile up again.)

Plans—바뀌어도

(Even if plans—change,)

Rhythm—이어지고

(the rhythm—keeps going,)

Hurt—지나가고

(the hurt—passes,)

의미는—또 묻히고

(and meaning—gets buried again.)

오늘을 지나고 보니까

(Looking back after getting through today,)

거창한 건 하나도 없었는데

(there was nothing grand at all,)

또 이렇게 살아 있네.

(but here I am, still alive.)

내일도 뭐…

(And tomorrow, well…)

그냥 이어지겠지.

(it’ll probably just go on.)

그게 사는 거더라.

(That’s what living is, I realized.)

그러니까

(So,)

“어떻게 사냐고” 묻지 마.

(don’t ask me, “So how do you live?”)

나도 몰라.

(I don’t know either.)

근데…

(But…)

이상하게 계속되고는 있어.

(strangely, it just keeps going.)

그게 참, 다행이지.

(And honestly, that’s a relief.)