Love Song: Why I Write

My name literally translates to “Love Song”—which feels like both a burden and a compass. No matter what I’ve survived, I’m here to create connection, meaning, and beauty. Here’s why I’m here.

Hi, I’m Suki!

“Suki” means Love in Japanese. My last name is Song, and so, my name is Love Song. It’s pretty fitting, because I think the solution to most, if not all of the world’s problem is more love (and tunes).

I’m 30, and I’m a Program Manager and Scrum Master in Big Tech. I’ve worked years in Sales and Start Ups, and while I’m not the most innately technical person, I am a curious person—and I’m always learning and growing from people smarter than me.

The universe reminds me that my unique strength is empathy, creativity and curiosity. As a side hustle (since we all have one nowadays), I’m a model and I used to bartend and work in the restaurant industry, too.

I’m fortunate enough to have a lot of hobbies: My favorite is cooking (that’s my dad—he’s a Chef!), but I dabble with Fine Arts (mainly pencil/ink, but I do love a good acrylic paint sesh), guitar (classical/acoustic) and I devour books.

I’m on Substack because writing is my soul. Out of all of the “hobbies” I’ve had, this one aligns most with the past, present and future. I want to connect with folks not just in person, but digitally, and expand my writing network as I organize my first book.

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I started drawing in Korea, but I really started writing around seven—“seriously,” at least in the way a child can take anything seriously. My first creation was a comic strip: Suki Saves the Day!—a scrappy superhero with a bright red cape, with my secret wish to rewrite the world. Looking back, it wasn’t just a hobby; it was my first negotiation with life. A way to stitch meaning onto chaos, to carve out a corner of control when everything else was shifting under my feet.

I wrote quite a bit and I suspect I’ll continue writing about my cPTSD diagnosis and the sad, ego-death level realization I had recently that that little girl in that photo went through some pretty traumatizing stuff when she shouldn’t have. And she’s been in survival mode for a long time.

But I’ve always been an optimist, and I’m not sure why or how. I always trusted in something greater than me, even amongst a family of Buddhists-turned-Atheists. I consider myself agnostic: I simply don’t know what I don’t know, but I do think there’s something magical going on here.

I’m learning in my own journey that while I want nothing more than to be that superhero I once wrote myself as, I cannot control anything at all, except build myself into the embodiment of love. I’m not necessarily hanging up the cape, I’m just realizing that not all heroes need one.

So I try to create fun memories wherever I go. I love trying new things, meeting new people and overall living each day like it’s my last, because it very might well be.

I always hated the question, “What do you do for work?”, and I’m sorry I started this post that way. It makes me feel like we’re tagging people with a label then filing them off in a folder somewhere in our minds. We’re compressing intricacies and becoming less romantic by the day. Without imagination and romance, what is the point of life? People are complex, and I’ll write about some incredible people I’ve met along my journey.

I don’t have a “niche” to write about yet, and I’m not looking to monetize in the short-term. Sometimes I write poetry, sometimes I write philosophy, sometimes I write as a therapeutic release. I’ve also been fortunate enough to travel some, and I have some short stories and experiences written that I’m happy to share.

Writing has never let me go. I can take breaks, chase other lives, drown myself in noise or movement—but sooner or later, the words find me. They remind me there is no divorcing the page. Thank you for being here.