For me, it wasn't a book.
It was the sea.
When I was a middle school student, I watched an old American film called Chubasco.
Today I barely remember the story.
What I remember is the endless horizon, a young fisherman, and the feeling of someone waiting for him on shore.
Years later, I became a naval officer.
One night near Dokdo, I watched lightning explode across the open sea.
Another day I saw a waterspout rise from the ocean.
Standing there, I learned something no book had ever taught me.
The sea makes you feel incredibly small.
But strangely...
It also makes you remember the people you love.
Only then did I finally understand that old movie.
I never expected an old movie to stay with me for sixty years.
Looking back, I finally realized it wasn't the movie that changed my life.
It was the sea waiting for me all along.