When I was young, I was emotionally sensitive. I often gawked at daily sights that other people didn’t notice. Such things as a tree shaken by the wind, a building lit by sunset and a normal alley looked beautiful to me. I loved taking a ride, especially when I was a high school student, because all the views I saw through the window of a car looked so beautiful.  I always tried to sit at window seats in buses.
  In those days, I was ashamed of my behaviors, so I hid such things. I secretly looked at beautiful views when I walked with my friends. I tried to avoid fussily telling my friends, “Look at the beautiful sky!” As time passed by, I also tried to deny my sensitivity.
  However, I am now 23 years old, and the emotions which were powerful have gradually become silent. Now, I usually take a seat near the door of a bus and don’t admire views through the window anymore, and I just use my smartphone instead. Whenever I see trees shaken by the wind, buildings lit by sunset and normal alleys, I no longer feel anything, and now I realize that my sensitivity was very precious.
  I feel sad to have lost those feelings, and I feel sorry that our society regards sensitive emotion as useless. Telling friends that the sky is beautiful sounds awkward, and people commonly use the expression ‘absolutely cringe’ and ‘ogeulgerida’ in Korean. In a competitive society where everyone must act faster and faster, sensitivity may be useless, and it is probably too problematic to have sensitivity nowadays. However, how about showing some sensitivity after this hard winter finishes? If the number of people who express sensitivity and find happiness from small things increases, our society will be warmer than before.
  Someone said that we have to take care of sensitivity and should not just let it go. Now, I am writing this article in a bus and sitting in a window seat where I can see the fresh, clear sky. Even if I won’t be able to retain my teenager sensitivity anymore, I will embrace and keep my sensitivity carefully.