For as long as I remember, I’ve always been a huge crybaby. As a kid, I used to cry watching Disney movies. There was always that one scene! From particularly tear-jerking scenes, such as when Dumbo snout-hugged his mom outside her prison carriage, to Little Foot telling his mom to get up when she was dying after an earthquake.
This year, I want to put extra focus on growing inwards and on a deeper level. I’ve been wondering how to become the best version of myself. I think throughout my life, as I experience things and absorb the world, I’ve met many versions of “me”. Some that I’m more proud of than others. But I want to know how to reach the best possible version ever, and what she is like.
I’ve slowly come to discover that the person I want to be doesn’t exist yet. And she will never exist until I actually make it happen and become “her”. The beauty in it all is that it’s entirely up to me, here and now, to choose my attributes.
So how do we become the change? Yes, it all starts with our mind. Continue reading
Today is my birthday. I’ve never written a birthday post before, but I have been thinking a lot about birthdays lately. I’m 27 years old, which isn’t old, but I guess I’ve reach that age where people aren’t so keen on becoming any older than they are. 30 is a big deal, and for me, it’s just around the corner. But there’s a lot of stigma around the big 3-0. For some reason, nobody want’s to be 30 (or 40, or 50…)! Continue reading
This post is actually inspired by the “Find your Magic” Axe commercial. You know, the one where every guy has their own kind of sexy, and it goes: who needs a 6-pack when you’ve got the nose, or a nose when you’ve got the suit, or the moves, etc.? And I loved it when it says “who needs some other thing, when you’ve got your thing?” Continue reading
A few months ago, I was following a link online that was raising money for childhood cancers. In the description, millions of dollars were already raised in a matter of weeks, surpassing the end goal by far. I had a moment of hesitation, whether or not I should donate. They already raised more than they had set out to raise. And what contribution would my $20, or even $100, be in the mist of the multi-million dollar sum? Continue reading
I attended a hot yoga class a few weeks ago, and aside from it being a sweaty experience, it turned out to be quite thought-provoking. The instructor said something at the end of the class that kind of intrigued me; so much so that I actually think I can quote her word for word:
“We all have two lives. The life we are living, and the life unlived. Between that, is resistance.”
For the rest of the day, I’ve been thinking about what she meant by that “second life” and what mine would look like. How would I live it and why isn’t it lived? By nightfall, I simply figured that perhaps my unlived life are all the experiences I haven’t experienced yet – both the good and bad. But then I was still bothered, because that doesn’t resolve the second part of that quote. Resistance. Maybe I still wasn’t getting the point. Until recently… Continue reading
I’m currently in New York as I start writing this post, and I thought how opportune it would be to write about the page “Humans of New York (HONY)“. HONY is run by a guy named Brandon, who originally started capturing portraits of people on the streets of New York and posted them on his website. After awhile, he started interviewing his models and he included a snippet of his conversation in the captions of the photos. I’ve been following HONY for awhile now, from simply seeing portraits of people without any background, to seeing a glimpse of their thoughts. And I must say, the captions are what gave this page a whole new potential.
This is the final part of the book review of Wild. In my opinion, it is also the most beautiful part, all confined to the last 2 pages of the book. After 3 long and brutal months, Cheryl had finally reached her end point. But at this point, Cheryl reveals to us everything she didn’t yet know at that instant when she was standing at the end of her hike in Portland with nothing. No money, no family, no job. She didn’t know how in a few years, she would meet and marry her new husband in Portland, and in another few years, be a mother to her son and daughter. It was only after a good 15 years after the hike, did she realize the true impact it had on her life, how the impact it would have on other people when she writes her book. Continue reading
Last time, I discussed about “Bearing the Unbearable” in part 1 of the book review Wild, by Cheryl Strayed. In the book, the author also took a moment to discuss her last name: Strayed.
When Cheryl got divorced, she also picked out a new last name for herself. The word “Strayed” popped into her head and she provided a dictionary definition:
- to wander from the proper path, to deviate from the direct course, to be lost, to become wild, to be without a mother or father, to be without a home, to move about aimlessly in search of something, to diverge or digress
I just finished reading the book Wild, by Cheryl Strayed, and I was so moved by the many life lessons within the pages. If I were to write it all in one blog, it would be way too long. So I’m breaking them down and sharing them a little at a time.
To get you on board, Wild is a memoir of Cheryl, who suddenly lost her mother to lung cancer when she was 22. Following her death, Cheryl was desperately trying to keep her family together, just as her mother did, but soon realized that she could not. Slowly, her brother and sister became distant, and her stepfather, whom she learned to love as a daddy, also disappeared from her life. Cheryl spend the next few years going from state to state, sleeping with men, getting involved with drugs, and ultimately ruined what should have been a perfect marriage between her and her husband. When she finally got divorced, Cheryl had lost everyone she had loved and accepted as family, including herself. With nothing more to lose, she made an impulsive decision to hike over 1100 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail for 3 months, and spending every last dollar she had on the journey. Continue reading