From the next day after leaving for work with a heavy, subdued heart, their pressure and harassment began. What made me sadder more than anything was their words, which I considered to be very ignorant and denied the commitment I had accumulated over the past 20 years. Indeed, every single word of theirs flew into my heart like a sharpened arrow and began to carve hot stamping on my heart. Their harsh and cruel words ripped my heart to shreds and drove me to the brink over and over again.

The skepticism about my life as to whether I had been living the wrong thing, and the thought of a life that had become obsolete with old age, had been dragging me into the swamp of despair day by day.

I was at my breaking point.

Walking aimlessly, my footsteps stopped at a small local park in a very rustic neighborhood with an unfamiliar name. A worn-out wooden bench stood in a corner of this lonely, empty park. The worn-out bench gave me, one exhausted mind and body drenching in despair and frustration, a very sweet rest.

The bench I was sitting on began to catch my eye. Upon closer inspection, this wood was not originally made for a bench. It was a kind of bench made from recycled wood that had been used, well, somewhere else.

The life of the tree was felt on the surface, torn and worn by the harsh winds and rains. As I followed the deeply cut grain of the wood with my fingertips, I suddenly thought that this grain of the wood was just like the wrinkled wrinkles on my mother’s face.

Mommy~ Mommy~

Even when I got beaten up fighting with my friends, 

Even when I failed to place in a competition I prepared with my best,

The place where I could cry freely was in my mom’s warm arms. 

Just like the mother who said “It’s okay” to me and comforted me, this old and worn-out wooden bench on which I sit now warmly embraces my pain and I felt like it told me “It’s okay”.

Just as this tree, which seemed to be no longer useful, was reborn as a bench that bears the tiredness of someone else, there is no such thing as useless life.

I thought to myself, “Let’s start and challenge again for my life. Let’s become like a tree that gives generously like this old wooden bench that is tight and hugged me like a mother’s warm arm.”

I pledged to myself to become an entrepreneur who helps and gives everything for our neighbors like a mother who sacrificed everything and only gave love for me.

Thus, Woodambitious was born into the world.

The business philosophy that Woodambitious pursues is “warmth” like a mom’s arms.

The reason that the mom’s arms feel warm is because of her unchanging love, devotion, and generosity, which we have learned and felt through our bodies and mind over many years from her love. Trees, like our mothers, always give their all to us unsparingly.

Through Woodambitious, I hope that many people will feel the warmth of a mother’s arms.

Although we are small, if we share the same thoughts and corporate values as Woodambitious, we believe and hope that the world will become a little warmer than now.

This is ultimately Woodambitious’s business ideology, final goal, and ambition. Be ambitious with Woodambitious!

“Warmth”

We hope that your family will always be fulfilled with love and warmth.