I read this article “How The Cult of Early Success is Bad for Young People” at TIME today, and the title bothers me.
What do you think?
From a glance, this article is pretty well written, I suppose. It cites various resources, and provides an interesting point of view that I mull for quite sometime. But this type of journalism bothers me, because it nitpicks at success stories and positive energies… and turns it into an argument that success is bad for other people.
Perhaps it’s for the sake of publishing a story-grabbing title in the midst of hundreds of articles about Taylor Swift and Malala Yousafzai. But try to imagine and put yourself in their shoes… say, for example: you have worked really hard over the years, and you share your stories of struggles and how you eventually reached a point of success as a way to inspire… and somebody merely point out that “Hey, your story discourages people because it made them feel not good enough, yknow”. How would you feel?
I understand that success could be bad for yourself if you don’t manage it properly. But to accuse someone’s hard work, experiences, and otherwise successful story as something that could harm others, is rather uncalled for.
Continue reading Others’ Success: Motivatation or Discouragement?
Why is it that heroes are always characterized as brave?
In every story and movie I know, the hero (despite whatever shortcoming they have), is always being depicted as courageous. The Gryffindor. The dauntless. The brave warrior. The valiant avengers. Why? Why can’t we be heroes without being brave?
I thought about this from time to time. Why can’t someone be considered a hero simply because he’s smart? Because she’s kind? Because they’re honest? Or simply because they quietly follow the rule and doesn’t hurt anyone?
I’m not brave. I never was.
Continue reading Why Courage?
Because even though we thinks we can hold countless of ideas and idealism the way a paper hold an idea… we are fragile and vulnerable, easily rumpled and shredded even with the bluntest of knifes.
Still we cut each other up, pretending we are mighty, even though we know how it hurts. Perhaps we can’t stop being like papers. But perhaps we can stop trying to be so tough, so mean, so easy to judge and cut meaningless patterns.
Because it doesn’t take much to realize that sometimes, we are all quite similar after all.
Continue reading We’re all Paper, We’re all Scissors
The birds fly without worrying about the span of their wings.
Why should we humans worry about the limit of our reach?
The wild flowers grow despite of the sun and rain.
Why should we worry about the circumstances that are beyond of our control?
The crickets sing away without an audience, and the ants toiled together without keeping scores.
Why should we let others’ appreciation and judgment of our work be a measure of its worth?
Continue reading The Pace of Nature
Why would anyone want to be courageous when it’s so much easier to just give up?
To run away. To disappear.
To look in the mirror. To look at life.
To frown. To turn away.
People are mean sometimes. And the world could be a real tough place. But perhaps, the meanest of all critiques and the harshest of all accusers lie within ourselves.
I heard that failure is a bruise, and not a tattoo. And it won’t stay on you for long… unless you beat yourself over and over again.
And isn’t this true?
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“What makes you think you deserve more, if you can’t appreciate what you have right now?”
We don’t necessarily have to accept the status quo.
We don’t have to surrender or give up striving for something more.
We just have to learn to be thankful.
//A question that I’ve heard from a friend, which made me pause and ponder. And I think it’s a good question to ask, from time to time.
It is not light that we need, but fire.
It is not the gentle shower, but thunder.
We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.
Sometimes I wonder if plowing hard for work is worth it. And I often dream that I can escape to a faraway land, live in the midst of a beautiful green rice field or the ocean, spending my days doing nothing but collecting seashells. And how wonderful and carefree would that be?
But then I remind myself that humans are designed to do work. We are gifted with intelligence in order to solve problems, blessed with creativity in order to create, and empowered with the strength to run a race of endurance… If we choose to.
Continue reading No Comfort in Comfort