Baby steps

Baby steps

It’s all about baby steps

I still remember these words from

my grade 8-9 basketball coach

1% better every day

Whether that be personal life, academics, career, health, or basketball

1% better every day

Don’t worry about being a millionaire overnight

Celebrities aren’t made by one movie (they usually did several crappy movies before the star in the movie that “makes” their career)

Rome wasn’t built in one day

It’s not a lot, but baby steps eventually turn into strides, and before you even realize it, you will be running fast towards your goals

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Different circumstances

Today I went to Milton Herschel School and man this school is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen

It must be over 4 times as big as Vilanova’s 250 acre campus

Children lived in mansions which houses up to 14 kids

The school where they took classes looked more like a tiny college

And there was just so much free land and greenery

But the students at MHS all come from underprivileged communities

Which is good and bad

Good because it allows kids without the right circumstances to flourish through support and education

Bad because some times the circumstances of a child isn’t where they go to school or how much money you throw at them

The graduating classes of MHS often have huge disparity in terms of where the children end up

My friend who goes to Villanova has friends at Princeton, UPenn, Georgetown and other esteemed universities

But out of his 200 graduating class, he notes several who have dropped out of college after one or few semesters and maybe 15 have ended up starting families already before they’ve turned 20, which also forces them to leave school

It’s an interesting case study of whether or not it’s possible to “help” people through institutions like MHS

How can we truly help people besides simply financially and educationally? I think personal life and EQ skills are just as important to teach besides a good education and scholarships for school

Not everyone is fit for school

But everyone is fit for life. And I think life skills is something we need to better teach future generations

Here

I wrote a poem. “Here”

I hope you like it


When the ghosts of my past have left my body

When my dreams no longer keep me up at night

I will notice

That I

Am here

Here

The human sound we make is everywhere

I hear it at the restaurant I go to every year on my birthday, the same mundanely beautiful human noise

I hear it as I walk through the streets

The human noise is familiar in Switzerland, in New York, in Singapore, in Hong Kong, in Toronto

I hear it at school, at parks, at the local grocery store when the mother beside me is telling her son that they can’t buy too much candy. Even if I don’t understand her, because she is speaking German, I can hear the human noise

It’s a universal language, this human noise

I’ve spent most of my days wondering how life could be better if I only did this

If I were only somewhere anywhere else besides here

I shoulda

I coulda

If I only…

These thoughts will disappear and then rear its head again every time I realize that life is unfair

I walk and walk and walk over many zebras

Thinking that the next street will be better

Not realizing that sometimes life is a one way street

And even if the other side of the street looks better, I wonder what they are thinking about my street

The bus doesn’t stop for me, and neither should I stop for these ugly thoughts

On the nights I am alone and meditate, I see so much clearer

I am here

The human noise I make, I hear it

And it’s screaming: “I exist”

“I am here”

And so I spend more time appreciating the beauty of the present moment

Even if I don’t know why yet

Even if I don’t know how

Even if I don’t believe anything else

At the very least, I know that I am

Here

Reflecting on my “loneliness”

This post is quite sappy and melodramatic (but let’s be honest, if you’ve read any of my writing, you know I do this a lot).

It’s Valentines Day today and another reminder from society that I am single.

Granted, every year, I’ve felt this feeling.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’ve never been in a relationship. And although I thought I was ready to be in one last year, I think the more time I’ve spent understanding myself and life, the more I realize how important it is to learn to love myself before I can expect anyone else to.

I’ve been contemplating a lot. Not just about love, but about life in general.

The global economy. I could go on for hours about Sino-US trade relations, or the global political-economic trends, or why some countries are poor while others are thriving.

Religion. Because I’ve been taking a course called “God” for my humanities minor. And now I have the omniscience objection against God, the religious orthodox faith proof, the argument of design, the argument of evil and 4 miseries, and the cosmological argument. I’ve read Descartes, Plato, Aristotle, Hume, and German Philosopher’s works.

I can talk to you about finance. Money is just a construct. Credit and debt are fallacies. And compound interest is the 8th wonder of the world.

And finally, I can talk to you about love.

Why love can be poisonous. Why love is often an external projection of our internal selves. How love can be corrupted.

But also why love is the greatest power we can possess–but also dangerous when we allow love to possess us instead.

I’m single for another Valentine’s Day but I’m also happy that it’s a day for a celebration of people in love.

I believe deeply in love. I believe that having a good partner is integral to a happy life. And I’m happy to see other people live through relationships.

 

 

 

 

People inherently like talking

People inherently like talking

Talking about ourselves is one of the greatest pleasures in life, especially when someone else is genuinely and attentively listening

Here’s the thing: we constantly think about ourselves.

Just no one ever hours our thoughts, because, well, we are “talking” to ourselves.

Thus, inherently, we all enjoy venting out those bottled thoughts

about our hobbies

about what we did last Friday night

about why that new Netflix Series “Sex Education” is so good both as a comedy and as a politically “woke” series

So in a world where everyone wants to talk, it’s important to learn how to listen

Listen carefully

We all have something to say

P.S. if you ever want to hear what I have to say about love, economics, or the concept of beauty, be sure to follow my blog or you can ask me in person. Yes, I do love talking.

A reminder

I’m here

I’m existing

Through life you will forget who you are

You will create yourself many times

And then recreate yourself twice as many times

You’ll say you’ve forgotten who you used to be, but you know that’s a lie. You know deep down that you’ve been carrying that baggage since it arrived.

My insecurities do not define me. They shape who I am. They allow me to flourish in a world of hurt–a world where everyone is different yet everyone is trying to prove that their way of different is better than your way of different.

Can someone carry me out of this abyss?

I look up and no one is there. Except further up, I see a mirror and remember that I must pull myself out of this well that I willingly dropped into.

Do not forsake my past, and do not forsake who I am in the present, and most importantly, I will not forsake who I may become in the future.

A reminder to be thankful of your life comes at least once a year in Holiday form. But gratitude is not something that should be shown once a year. Instead, I need to be grateful for this existence. For my friends. For my family. For myself. For this Earth. For this world.

Be Grateful for love. For hurt, for sorrow, for joy, for success, for failure. Be grateful for the tightrope of life because you know that there is also a safety net down below. And if there isn’t, please build one.

This is a reminder.

A reminder that the voice inside your head reading this means you exist.

It means you have the ability to be grateful for this existence. To continue walking that tightrope. To continue getting rejected by love and to relish instead in friendship, in family. To pull yourself out of that well. To being happy, to being accepted, to being.

Mystique of NYC

Every time I go to New York there is a certain mystique to it. My first Broadway show made me believe that magic is truly real. When I walked through Central Park I saw all these beautiful nuances—how many tourists have walked this path, how many relationships are built on these strolls, how many dogs pass through Central Park? I want to live in a beautiful Brownstone house. I can feel the energy of the people around me as I walk through Korea Town, China Town, through Washington Square Park, through Times Square. It’s different. The thing about New York is you see so much diversity—and you can never tell if someone is a tourist or real New Yorker just by looking at them. I am a tourist. I am a tourist of the world. I see beautiful cities and I immediately fall deep in love with the concept of the people, of the streets, of the homes, of the world that I could potentially live in if I moved to that city. Social media is weird for me because some days I feel like I am posting too often, and some days I feel like I don’t post often enough. I guess that means in the end I am posting just the right amount. I’m looking for magic and I think I found it in New York. (Watch out for a magic post next). For now, enjoy this fake #candid photo. #aesthetics