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What do you do when you start having doubts about the thing you thought you were most sure of in your life?
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Ronald Davis
The video I watched today struck my core in a way no emotion-inducing event has before. I can't remember the last time I felt so sad.
3:12 PM ckswong008: that link is sad
3:13 PM me: i started crying at work
ckswong008: lol shut up
me: i did
3:14 PM ckswong008: reminds me of those project angel food
and this volunteering thing i did at pasadena
its crazy how different it can be
maybe all he needed
was a shower
one set of nice clothes
and he would be on his way
to getting a night shift job
3:15 PM me: it's so true
how can they move up in the system when everything is working against them?
3:16 PM even "nice, regular" people, like our friends
treat them as invisible
i was thinking, do i look a homeless person in the eye when i give them something?
it's like homeless people are seen as 2nd class/less-than-human in the eyes of mainstream society
3:17 PM ckswong008: in all societies
me: they are deprived of many things but the most important thing they are deprived of
is dignity
3:18 PM ckswong008: its easy for ppl who has always been spoon fed
to ignore the tough times these less fortunate people go through
because they cant even fathom in their perfect little life
3:19 PM whats it like to have nothing
me: yes you can tell just by reading FB
"i killed a spider today"
3:20 PM "look at these flowers my bf got me"
random shot of food
so absorbed in their own puny circles and nothing beyond themselves
3:21 PM ckswong008: yeah
its sad
3:22 PM its also the perception
of them being lazy and self inflicted
ppl have never interacted with them
its easy to assume that they are just purposely living that way
theres gotta be menial labor jobs around
at least
3:23 PM theres gotta be some structural changes
but the problem is that
homelessnes has always been aroundme: that form of existence is nothing a decent human should ever experience, yet it happens around us all the time
we live among it
3:36 PM i don't know which is more sad
the form of existence
or our apathy
ckswong008: apathy
is the worst
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Talking About Myself
I feel like I've spent a good part of this weekend meeting new people and talking about myself. Talking about yourself consecutively about the superficial, factual aspects of your life kind of makes you feel like a broken record after a while. I live in South San Francisco, I moved to the Bay area for work, I'm originally from LA, I work in IT, I live with my sister, etc etc.
Through this exercise, I realized I'm kind of boring. I haven't been to many far-flung exotic places, I haven't gotten a PhD in anything, I don't have an extreme hobby that would make people go ooh, nor do I have great/fun/exciting/interesting stories to tell about myself. After all the introduction hoopla, I find myself kind of just settling back and letting others take the driver's seat in terms of steering the conversation. I do discover that whenever I have a conversation with others who I've just met or don't know so well, I ask them a lot of questions. I think it's a way for me to discover facts and commonalities about the other person I can latch onto and keep the conversation going with, and then I find out a lot about them during the process.
So do people end up not really knowing me well? Is that possible, to "know" someone, after one conversation? I suppose I don't mind people not knowing much about me, but I like learning about others. In the delicate dance that we call conversation, I suppose I'm content with being led, as it's the best way to learn the dance quickly and be able to complement my partner's moves as we sashay back and forth.
Through this exercise, I realized I'm kind of boring. I haven't been to many far-flung exotic places, I haven't gotten a PhD in anything, I don't have an extreme hobby that would make people go ooh, nor do I have great/fun/exciting/interesting stories to tell about myself. After all the introduction hoopla, I find myself kind of just settling back and letting others take the driver's seat in terms of steering the conversation. I do discover that whenever I have a conversation with others who I've just met or don't know so well, I ask them a lot of questions. I think it's a way for me to discover facts and commonalities about the other person I can latch onto and keep the conversation going with, and then I find out a lot about them during the process.
So do people end up not really knowing me well? Is that possible, to "know" someone, after one conversation? I suppose I don't mind people not knowing much about me, but I like learning about others. In the delicate dance that we call conversation, I suppose I'm content with being led, as it's the best way to learn the dance quickly and be able to complement my partner's moves as we sashay back and forth.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Are Sea Turtles Happier?
I was sitting here, ironing my work pants tonight, when it dawned on me that it is the 4th day of March. In 2013. Didn't I just wake up hungover yesterday after a night of drinking and celebrating the New Year? And then I felt the slightest bit of uneasiness that I couldn't just stand up, right then and there, stomp my foot, and make time come to a standstill. It wouldn't stop moving. It was moving as I was ironing. It was moving as I was feeling anxious. Heck, it's going to be so smug this weekend when it takes an hour away from me and makes us move our clocks forward. This obvious fact of truth made me wonder what I was doing there, mundanely ironing my pants preparing for an utterly predictable and most likely uneventful next day. Shouldn't I be creating much more unique memories? Shouldn't I be doing something major with every minute of my life? Shouldn't I be LIVING, BREATHING, INHALING, ABSORBING, RETAINING, every single second that ticked by before my very eyes?
I think I've been having something of a quarter life crisis lately. Maybe it's not a crisis, but a period of rediscovering myself. Discovering that I have the vitality in me to do and try things I didn't find interesting before. Is it driven by a sudden realization that there are a lot of things worth investing time and energy, and sometimes money, in around me? Is it my irrational fear that I can't pull back each second that passes by, and instead, must helplessly watch it go without a memorable moment to brand it?
I feel a mixture of optimism, anticipation, fear, and uneasiness about my future and what I will achieve. Sometimes--more than anything--I wish I could relish every moment in my life worth living for, present and future, as my 26-year-old-self. I have the physical strength. I have the emotional maturity. I have the cognizance. But I suppose the moments you remember most fondly in specific parts of your life are imprinted in your mind so, because you were meant to have it then. It was the right moment, in the right time, at the right part of your life. I'd like to believe that to be true.
A response I got recently about my life being UN-amazing 90% of the time, was that maybe the 10% was worth everything else. What a comforting and beautiful thought. If I am lucky enough to live that long, my 75-year-old self won't remember ironing her pants for work the next day on that March evening, but she'll remember the moments of her life that welled up her eyes and took her breath away.
I think I've been having something of a quarter life crisis lately. Maybe it's not a crisis, but a period of rediscovering myself. Discovering that I have the vitality in me to do and try things I didn't find interesting before. Is it driven by a sudden realization that there are a lot of things worth investing time and energy, and sometimes money, in around me? Is it my irrational fear that I can't pull back each second that passes by, and instead, must helplessly watch it go without a memorable moment to brand it?
I feel a mixture of optimism, anticipation, fear, and uneasiness about my future and what I will achieve. Sometimes--more than anything--I wish I could relish every moment in my life worth living for, present and future, as my 26-year-old-self. I have the physical strength. I have the emotional maturity. I have the cognizance. But I suppose the moments you remember most fondly in specific parts of your life are imprinted in your mind so, because you were meant to have it then. It was the right moment, in the right time, at the right part of your life. I'd like to believe that to be true.
A response I got recently about my life being UN-amazing 90% of the time, was that maybe the 10% was worth everything else. What a comforting and beautiful thought. If I am lucky enough to live that long, my 75-year-old self won't remember ironing her pants for work the next day on that March evening, but she'll remember the moments of her life that welled up her eyes and took her breath away.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Top 5 Regrets of the Dying
I came across this jarring article on my Facebook newsfeed and I had to share it here. It's about a nurse in palliative care who documented the final regrets of the patients she had taken care of over the years. This must mean something, as I can imagine if you're on your deathbed, that's the best time than any other point in your life to tell the truth. I can sadly see why these regrets would be common among dying folk. It really made me contemplate about what the priorities currently are in my life. Have I made choices that 1) make me as happy as I possibly can be and, 2) put the people I care most deeply about in my heart, at the top of my priorities as well? I think life is not too short, but so long that people so easily fall into complacency. Complacent to give attention to the things that don't really matter to you and brush aside the things and people that do (or should) matter to you. Life is so long we lose sight of the bigger picture, why and what it is we really live for. My family can wait. My deadlines can't. Taking a vacation to a place I've wanted to visit for so long can wait. All these issues at work can't.
I reflected on each of these and how I've scored, so to speak, at this point in my life:
1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
So far so good. I wasn't so courageous in high school to be non-conformist, but in regards to the major life choices I've made, I can say with certainty were due to considerations of my own happiness and others I love in my life (which amounts to just as much as my own happiness).
2. I wish I hadn't worked so hard.
I can see this as a big regret of many when we now live in a world of work-centered life. You can blame capitalism and the rat pack. If you don't work hard, how will you pay for that vacation that you probably will not get to take for a year because you're too busy at work? I do work hard (at times). I have so far in my life, been able to keep work at bay so that work-life balance exists. It hasn't kept me from going on trips with my family, my friends, and experiencing a sense of general well-being. I can see it becoming harder to maintain as I work longer, become promoted, and really may face a challenge in achieving work-life balance. But I will continue to fight for that balance and remember the true purpose of work. It is a means to an end.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
I'm bad at this. It takes many forms. An awkward smile. A bitten tongue. A volcano of feelings and thoughts that don't erupt. I am so lucky in the fact that the man I love so much overcame my utter lack of expressiveness and decided to make the first move. I would have harbored deep, deep regrets had I carried my feelings for him alone, unshared, unknown, for the rest of my life. I need to tell my parents, brother, and sister that I love them more often. [Even as it is completely due to my parents' childrearing that they don't hear the 3 lovely little words from me to them nearly enough.] I hope this is something I can work on and improve at as I mature.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Ah, talk about weaknesses. Even with the aid of modern technology, I am notoriously bad at keeping in touch with people, so much so that I literally forgot this person was an integral part of my life for X period of my life. This person will never hear a peep from me as long as our paths stop crossing. Shameful, yes? Unintentionally rash. Can you believe my luck though? People still send messages wishing me well and requesting to catch up, as horrible a friend I might be for forgetting they existed or not making the effort to reconnect.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
I'm not really sure about this one. I don't think I've ever intentionally deprived myself of happiness. I suppose there is always room for improvement in making oneself happier. A lot of it is achievable internally. I should let the smaller things go. Be more patient. Do more of the things that make me happy. Like sleep. I know some say you can sleep all you want when you're dead and in the ground, but as a living being I derive happiness from it. I can't tell for sure but I think I'm pretty happy when I sleep. I'm about to make myself happy now and hit the sack.
In all seriousness, once in a while I think we need to check in with ourselves and ask 1) am I happy? Am I truly, uninhibitedly happy? and 2) What am I living for? Who am I living for? If you're not satisfied with those answers or can't answer, then a third question--what can I change, that's within my control, in order to be happier? One thing is, if you can even get to the point to contemplate those questions, then you should be happy, because you're blessed in more ways than one over so many others.
I reflected on each of these and how I've scored, so to speak, at this point in my life:
1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
So far so good. I wasn't so courageous in high school to be non-conformist, but in regards to the major life choices I've made, I can say with certainty were due to considerations of my own happiness and others I love in my life (which amounts to just as much as my own happiness).
2. I wish I hadn't worked so hard.
I can see this as a big regret of many when we now live in a world of work-centered life. You can blame capitalism and the rat pack. If you don't work hard, how will you pay for that vacation that you probably will not get to take for a year because you're too busy at work? I do work hard (at times). I have so far in my life, been able to keep work at bay so that work-life balance exists. It hasn't kept me from going on trips with my family, my friends, and experiencing a sense of general well-being. I can see it becoming harder to maintain as I work longer, become promoted, and really may face a challenge in achieving work-life balance. But I will continue to fight for that balance and remember the true purpose of work. It is a means to an end.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
I'm bad at this. It takes many forms. An awkward smile. A bitten tongue. A volcano of feelings and thoughts that don't erupt. I am so lucky in the fact that the man I love so much overcame my utter lack of expressiveness and decided to make the first move. I would have harbored deep, deep regrets had I carried my feelings for him alone, unshared, unknown, for the rest of my life. I need to tell my parents, brother, and sister that I love them more often. [Even as it is completely due to my parents' childrearing that they don't hear the 3 lovely little words from me to them nearly enough.] I hope this is something I can work on and improve at as I mature.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Ah, talk about weaknesses. Even with the aid of modern technology, I am notoriously bad at keeping in touch with people, so much so that I literally forgot this person was an integral part of my life for X period of my life. This person will never hear a peep from me as long as our paths stop crossing. Shameful, yes? Unintentionally rash. Can you believe my luck though? People still send messages wishing me well and requesting to catch up, as horrible a friend I might be for forgetting they existed or not making the effort to reconnect.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
I'm not really sure about this one. I don't think I've ever intentionally deprived myself of happiness. I suppose there is always room for improvement in making oneself happier. A lot of it is achievable internally. I should let the smaller things go. Be more patient. Do more of the things that make me happy. Like sleep. I know some say you can sleep all you want when you're dead and in the ground, but as a living being I derive happiness from it. I can't tell for sure but I think I'm pretty happy when I sleep. I'm about to make myself happy now and hit the sack.
In all seriousness, once in a while I think we need to check in with ourselves and ask 1) am I happy? Am I truly, uninhibitedly happy? and 2) What am I living for? Who am I living for? If you're not satisfied with those answers or can't answer, then a third question--what can I change, that's within my control, in order to be happier? One thing is, if you can even get to the point to contemplate those questions, then you should be happy, because you're blessed in more ways than one over so many others.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Lesson #1 on Becoming a Grown Woman
Spend a few extra dollars and don't get trinkets that try to pass as jewelry from places like Forever 21, as I learned tonight while organizing and pulling apart one of my necklaces. I will invest my money in items I can wear over and over again and that are of reasonably high quality.
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