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?
I know that life is supposed to be some kind of a journey filled with little stops. And I know that it’s supposed to be measured by the little things, like daily achievements and simple joys and whatnot.
But sometimes, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be fighting for.
Yes those little things seem important. But what do you do when you can’t see the big picture?
They say that life is like a journey. But what kind of journey would that be if the destination is simply a question mark?
I don’t think that I’m aimless per se… but it’s like navigating through a long train ride, where there are so many different tracks that looks very similar to one another in front of you. And somehow, the scenery never really changes.
What would you do?
Continue reading Train Ride To Nowhere?
I can be cold I can be warm
I can be solid yet I can be liquid
You can hate me or you can love me
And you can mix me with so many different things…
But you’ll always know me by my smell.
I come in two colors
You may beat me every morning
Continue reading Riddle: Who am I?
For many years, I wanted to be like the pretty flowers living in a bright glasshouse. Dainty, comfortable, and always being cared for.
But perhaps, to be able to truly understand the raw beauty of nature and the gift within it… you have to be like the wildflowers that grow on an unassuming path, and stand strong in colors, despite of the wind in all kinds of weather.
Continue reading Wildflowers