Through my children, I am learning the world all over again.

The middle of life I am living myself;
the end of life I meet as an observer, and it waits ahead as the final task I too will face —
but the beginning of life I cannot even remember, and of it I know nothing.

Raising children — this secondhand experience — seems one of the best ways to fill that in: 'so this is how my own beginning must have been.'

I will write down, little by little, the things my children teach me.

June 2026, damchon.