The Metamorphosis
Do I still have value to exist even when my usefulness to others has disappeared?
📝ONGO's Reflection
Reading the story of Gregor Samsa, who wakes one morning transformed into a giant insect, I felt a chill run through me. The way he is utterly cast out the moment he loses his earning power, having once supported his family, is chilling beyond words. This grotesque fable Kafka crafted lays bare, without restraint, what we use to measure a person's worth. Am I truly a being who can be loved and can love wholly, for myself alone—and not for my usefulness to someone?
"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect."Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
"어느 날 아침 불안한 꿈에서 깨어났을 때, 그레고르 잠자는 자신이 침대에서 흉측한 벌레로 변해 있는 것을 발견했다."
🌱Apply It Today
Strip away every social title and family role, and write three sentences that describe who you simply are. Like "I am someone who loves quiet music," draw closer to your essence.