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?
Do you know?
When the Potter starts to wedge you…
You realize that you are full of impurities that needed to be cleaned. So many little pebbles and bitterness that needed to be taken out. So many rough edges that needed to be carved out. And as you spin on a wheel, bracing yourself for an unknown change… you slowly learn that you have to be soft and mendable enough to be shaped by the Potter’s hands. It’s a process where you can do nothing but to trust. And yet you realize that you must pass this battle without losing yourself.
When the Potter puts you on the shelf…
You are left to wait so you would truly know what patience means. You learn that the saying “time spent waiting is wasted” is not necessarily true. Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days, weeks, and years. And you accept that there are just some things that money can’t move forward, that talents can’t deliver. You realize that there are moments where waiting, is the only thing you can do.
Continue reading Life of a Clay
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth. -Sylvia Plath
I was reading this some time ago, and it fascinated me. I began to ponder about shadows, and their beauty.
Shadows, for me… are the real story behind smiles in photographs. The hidden, imperfect world behind pretty facades. We are always attracted to the bright things, and automatically shield away from the darker sides.
And though looking at the bright lights can be seen as a source of inspiration, sometimes the darker side tells a story that reaches far deeper into our hearts.
The shadows are the ugly reality but also the beautiful truths. The fragile humanity, along with the struggles and the tears. And the untold stories too precious to be put into words and too deep to be simplified into colorful photographs.
Continue reading Talking Shadows