I fell into the world with the words "Falling is good" echoing in my ears.

To fall, I learned, was never to be ashamed of your existence.

To love, I discovered, was to endure the many physical and spiritual falls of life without shame in showing your own fragility.

For a long time, I wandered between those I loved and those who loved me. It took me years to learn how to love as it is-without disguise.

But like everyone, I too was wounded by love. Because not all seek the unmasked, simple, and unadorned kind of love. Many hide behind layers of faces. And I grew weary of faces.

When I could finally tell the true from the false, my heart grew cold toward the world. It became clear: here, too, one cannot truly stay. For this place is incomplete. Something is always diminishing-like love.

And as love diminishes, so too does the human soul. Its remedy lies elsewhere. The medicine of an imperfect world cannot heal the wounds of love. At best, it dulls their sting for a while.

That is why we must fall from this world...