Throughout my military service, there has been one item that has remained by my side. The moment I stepped foot into my base, the old military cabinet had been emptied out by the departing soldier and filled up once more. Even when I changed rooms, we carried my cabinet with me.
The steel cabinet, previously used by many soldiers before me, was vandalized, dirty, and damaged. However, it stayed with me, and as I grew and adjusted to military life, my cabinet became decorated with photos, clothes, and various items I had collected.
This cabinet lived with me throughout my entire service, and it was bittersweet to see it emptied out once more for the next soldier to come. I wondered how the next soldier would treat it. Would they further destroy it? Would they hide food wrappers and trash inside out of laziness? It was painful to think that while I was leaving and moving forward, the cabinet would be stripped of its experiences and revert back to its initial state.
No one cared about our military cabinets, and many despised how annoying and unattractive they were. Yet, it was the imperfection of the cabinet that reminded
me of myself.
Ugly and seemingly illogical,
but it ultimately served its purpose.
Gwanmuldae [1/8th] - Ash wood, Cherry wood (dryfit + Flatpack)
