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03.30.2016 - Stay Grounded
I’m sitting on the train in Tokyo and the message to myself I’ve been trying to put into words finally hit me: “stay grounded”.
Traveling and meeting people from other countries always tends to inspire me to move somewhere and start a new life - however simple. Talking to my friends from China, Australia, Japan, and even New York these past two weeks have really piqued my travel bug. In the last few days alone, I’ve considered moving to Tokyo, New York, Sydney and Shanghai..
I’ve considered being an international student, a financial advisor, a tattoo artist, a journalist.
But at the same time, I was feeling lonely yesterday in a big city where everyone was going along with their jobs and their lives and I was just wandering through. It isn’t always a bad thing to be in a community or around people you knew growing up. It’s not bad to have some things be same old, same old sometimes. I daydream about places to live, but I need to remember that none of that means anything until I decide “what” it is I need to do with my life. What is the thing I can’t not do?
Stay grounded.
I need just that. I have to realize that all those things can come after I’ve finally established my career path and myself professionally. Instead of letting myself daydream and wander, I have to focus on my current goal at hand.
The LSAT. Law school. Working in Congress or a district attorney’s office. Fighting everyday for something I believe in, trying to change a flawed system of a country that I love.
I can’t let myself get distracted with where I will live for the rest of my life until I have figured out what I want to do in those places.
I was researching jobs that could transfer across international borders the other day and came up with this list:
1. English Teacher :)
2. Finance
3. Law (to an extent)
Remote jobs:
1. Writer
2. Photographer
3. Designer
4. Artist
Jobs that require travel:
1. Executive in multinational company
It seems that everything points to me going through law school and whatever my path takes me afterward. Even if I started in finance, went through an engineering phase, and am now in education, I still want to make a difference in politics and policy and for that, I need to go to law school. I want to go. There is no straightforward path for careers, and going through three different careers already in my short work history has taught me that.
The thing is, it’s totally okay. Even though I tell myself that often, I still have trouble believing it and finding the resolve to see it through.
I will take this test. Kill it.
I will find a job in the field I’m interested in. Kill it.
I will go to law school. Kill it.
International Politics and Policy. Kill it.
Then life will take me around all these wonderful places in the world.
As long as I stay focused.
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Notes to myself
* LSAT
* T SFSU 6-8pm
* T/W CorePower 830-930pm
* 3rd
* Job hunting
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4 Reasons People Think It Is Okay To Be Racist Towards Asians | Thought Catalog →
03.28.2016
Good read, but unfortunately things I already witness on a daily basis.
America has a pretty hypocritical idea of diversity that excludes many groups of people from our ‘melting pot’. I do agree that the plight of the blacks and #blacklivesmatter deserves all the attention it’s getting (and more) but let’s not forget the injustices the rest of the minorities face in America.
And because I’m in Japan right now, even more interesting is the way that Japan deals with foreigners. Foreigners - especially blonde and blue eyed - are either treated as celebrities here… Or face blatant racism and discrimination when applying for jobs, trying to get apartments, or just out in the street when Japanese people drop hate for no reason at all. At one point, there was a running joke of a white guy on Japanese TV who didn’t understand kanji and screamed “why Japanese people?!” Most of Japan’s families and kids proceeded to yell the same thing at foreigners afterward. And these are the families and kids we share communities with.
So is direct racism worse than micro aggressions? I’m not so sure, because at least in the first instance it’s more obvious when there are injustices and people can protest or retaliate, knowing then and there that it is wrong. The honesty is something you can fight because it is acknowledged.
Many more people had a more difficult time speaking up and publicly calling out the jokes at the Oscars. Is it because they weren’t blatant enough about how racist the jokes were? Or has it been ingrained into society that the narrative is only black and white? I think it’s a culmination of both, but also that micro aggressions aren’t acknowledged to be a problem because it isn’t as outrageous as the rest of the messed up things that happen in America.
But I believe that racism, whether micro aggressions or macro aggressions, should be addressed at all levels. Educate when necessary and don’t let even the little things slide because they end up becoming bigger problems when you let people think it’s okay to discriminate on any level.
Yes, the world has become more sensitive and tiptoeing around being PC. But I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. If something has to be given up for everyone to feel comfortable with themselves and not be offended, I’m willing to put more time into my thoughts and words. It’s a small price to pay for a more accepting tomorrow.
At the same time, however, it shouldn’t just be up to each racial group to fight for themselves. I think all minorities need to stick up for each other and a better America. So maybe not electing Trump would be a good first step? Just a thought. (No, but actually don’t let him get elected.)
I also always find it interesting when people are of mixed race. I know some that feel the pressures of each race two fold, or ones that take advantage of the pros of each separate race and playing to the half of them that is more convenient. Maybe it’s this group of people that really have a chance at starting a conversation about their other halves. Instead of trying to assimilate into American society and capitalize at being ‘white’, they could take the opportunity to inform about their racial narrative. They can be the bridge to fill the gaps between the barrier called race. We can all be a little more proud of where our ethnic histories lie and educating those around us to be more accepting of each others’ identities.
In a world where many strive to be more 'white’, let’s take a step back and realize the importance of just being ourselves. It isn’t a crime to not conform to society. Change it, but loving yourself first.
03.23.2016
Dear David,
I didn’t have enough time in my three minutes to tell you everything, so I wrote a letter.
Michael told me yesterday that when you first got to China and were mugged, you were feeling pretty shitty about moving there. And that he was thankful that I came a few months after because it sounded like you were happy and finally having fun. You weren’t regretting moving to Shanghai so much. Michael thanked me for taking care of you and saving you from loneliness.
But I still think you saved me.
Me and Flora.
You gave us a space to go home to and a little family of weirdos to go on adventures with. In a city that is unforgiving like Shanghai, that family was the greatest gift I could have gotten in this short life of mine.
I didn’t think I would ever say this, but I’m very grateful that fate brought me to China. To have been able to meet you both and spend that summer with you is still to this day, some of my favorite memories.
Even after four years, we’re still laughing about Flora’s adamant assertion that she is a lady (with some milk). About the time the Japanese toilet in your bathroom shot out at us. About the spicy Thai salad you made, that I sweated through eating. About the time we had a little room service dinner on your suite’s dining room table. About the time I sang at Candy’s wedding in Chinese and won a giant rabbit. About when we watched in horror as Ned Stark’s head rolled off the screen.
“Maybe he missed?”
I was surprised you remembered so much of it. You said you only remember the important things. I realize now that the same must be true for me because I remember China as vividly as three years ago - it was very much important to my life as well. It is still the summer I remember the best. And the summer I learned the most. From you.
It took a while, but I’m finally bawling my eyes out as I write this because my heart swells with the happiness you have found. It brings no end to my joy to know that you are both just as wonderful as I remember and probably loads happier together. Of course, it’s also bittersweet because I’ve been given a whole week with you and now I have to leave you again.
It’s never enough time with family.
If you ever need me, I’m there. Whether it’s babysitting or helping with moving or anything, I can do it! I’ll work on proving I’m reliable, haha. I don’t want to be the ‘worst employee ever’ for much longer. Hearing Marlon rave about you and your work ethic really struck a chord with me. I’ll try my best to grow up and be someone you’d be proud of (who doesn’t waste daddy’s money). But I’d love to be your kid regardless if I finally become an adult.
So when I’m president one day, I’ll have you both stay with me in the White House. Hopefully, I won’t be peeing on any couches there.
Thank you for being my room mate that summer. For opening your home to me and keeping me company. Thank you for training me at the gym and cooking for me - everything was delicious. You’ll give Michael a run for his money! (Of course, he told me not to tell you that.) I really do hope you’ll open a restaurant one day. It will be as amazing as I envision you will make it.
Thank you for making me a part of your wedding. It was lovely. It was almost as beautiful as Flora is - you’ve done good picking your “lady”. Make sure to have some milk for the both of us.
Thank you for letting me meet your family and become a part of it. I don’t really have the words to express how grateful I am for that. You not only helped me with my relationship with my family back home, but you gave me another family to be a part of. I would have loved to have you both in my life growing up. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you, dickhead.
Now go be happy.
See you soon,
Chicken