Reflections in Chiang Mai: A Journey of Healing and Inspiration

In Chiang Mai, Thailand, I found myself grappling with an unsettling anxiety that kept me awake one night. It was the first time I had experienced such feelings since arriving in this vibrant city. Turning on the television in my accommodation, I was met with the devastating news of a tragic accident at my home country's Muan Airport, which left me too shaken to continue watching. Among the victims was someone I knew personally. Thai locals, upon learning I was Korean, expressed their disappointment, saying, 'What is happening in Korea these days? We loved Blackpink's Lisa and 2PM's Nichkhun, but this is disheartening.' Each visit to the currency exchange only deepened my sense of humiliation as the value of the Korean won continued to plummet.

Seeking solace, I entered a Buddhist temple adorned with a golden stupa, one of the 117 temples in Chiang Mai. Monks in orange robes were conducting rituals, and although I do not practice any religion, I clasped my hands together in prayer for the souls of the victims and their families, as well as for my homeland. The victims likely visited this temple around the same time, preparing small gifts for their families, unaware that they would be departing for the afterlife instead of the 'next year' they had planned for. Life truly is unpredictable.

Chiang Mai, which translates to 'new city' in Thai, became my base during the quiet end-of-year period. I settled into a modest accommodation in the Old City area and made it a routine to work at a co-working space, dressed casually in shorts and sandals. Here, I could enjoy a cup of coffee for half the price I would pay in Seoul while working in a shared space on the second floor. For over two decades, I have regarded this city as a haven for digital nomads, thanks to its affordable living costs, welcoming atmosphere for foreigners, and robust internet infrastructure. I was in the midst of writing a book about preparing for the next decade, yet we find ourselves in a time where even a one-year outlook seems daunting. I had to discard all my previously written articles and manuscripts for upcoming publications. While words can be rewritten, lost lives cannot be restored.

To combat my melancholy, I believe in the power of physical movement. On a cool morning, I walked along the moat surrounding the old city walls towards Buak Hard Public Park, a small gem in Chiang Mai. Every day at 9 AM, free yoga classes are held here, attracting nearly a hundred health-conscious individuals from around the world. Under the guidance of a Western female instructor, participants practiced yoga in the lush green space. While the majority were Westerners, I spotted a few Chinese, Japanese, and even a Korean woman visiting for a month-long stay.

Worried about my English? Concerned about my appearance? No one cares! I rented a mat from a nearby shop and followed along discreetly. To embrace change, one must first liberate themselves from the judgment of others. Just as physical muscles require effort to develop, so do the muscles of confidence and emotion. After the class, I asked a middle-aged Western woman for her thoughts. 'Being here makes me feel alive. I can forget about my worries for a while.'

That’s exactly it. Even when times are tough, we must keep moving. Life, much like yoga, is about balancing tension and relaxation. Excessive stress can lead to illness, but a lack of stimulation can also lead to deterioration. At the same time, I noticed a reading group in another area of the park, discussing books together. Even if one seeks freedom and independence, there is a need for connection with others. This highlights the importance of regular meetings and community.

I walked towards Kalm Village, not far from the public park. This beautiful complex consists of eight buildings showcasing the vibrant art, design, and handicrafts of Northern Thailand, and entry is free. Even those unfamiliar with art cannot help but be captivated by the stunning colors and sophisticated design. Observing the lifestyle of the Naga ethnic group could spark new inspiration. Sunset yoga classes are also held on the rooftop.

If life feels stifling, I recommend visiting a traditional market. The Sunday Market, held weekly, is one of the largest in Southeast Asia, bustling with energy that makes you feel as if the whole world has gathered. The night market along Chang Klan Road is equally impressive, featuring outdoor live stages showcasing high-quality performances. As I strolled through the food court, enjoying a simple meal of Pad Thai, I heard Bob Marley’s iconic song, 'No Woman, No Cry.' The lyrics about 'lost good friends' struck a chord, and when I reached the line 'So, dry your tears,' I found myself shedding tears of my own. Perhaps this is the comfort and healing that music provides.

The next morning, while walking along the banks of the Ping River in Chiang Mai, I encountered barefoot monks on their alms rounds. As they passed, shopkeepers and citizens bowed respectfully, offering food while reciting prayers. There was an indescribable sense of reverence in the air. It reminded me of the practice of not staying under the same tree for more than three days. In a time of political turmoil and economic hardship, this moment offered a brief escape from suffering and attachment. Nietzsche’s words came to mind: 'He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.'