Happy Chinese New Year to all! Although I'm disheartened that I don't get to spend time with my family, even if we don't usually on this day but still now I don't even have the chance to. I'll stare longingly at my four orange and tangerine pyramid and think of home. Insert sad face.
First day of classes was cool but then again I only had 3/5 classes, I still have another one to go to. However, I did make a friend today. Yipee! haha First days of school are usually crucial in finding a friend for future assistance in homework or as source of relief.
I glanced at some of the syllabuses and cringed at how much labor I'll be doing and how much sleep I will be losing.
I'll try to hold true to some of my new year's resolutions (Is it really a new year's resolution when it's late in the year? Because we all know we forget and give up. Right?)
-A's in all classes.
-Call Daddy every day.
-Wake up early...earlier than usual.
Right!加油!
Why does Yahoo have a banner for Chinese New Year and not google? -.-
Here's the belated article:
“You look like a fag”, a friend-I suppose-remarked, referring to my head shot in the Pipe Dream newspaper. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t offended or ticked by his comment. Though, I must admit that the bluntness of his observation was not surprising but neither was it refreshing.
If by chance you were neglectful about my appearance, I applaud your carelessness and lack of detail. Don’t mind the image of my slighted face.
Friends have advised me to retake my picture, but my stubbornness and slothfulness have halted any attempts at doing so. I’m also apprehensive that my loveliness may blind Pipe Dream followers. Scoff.
In actuality, I don’t care. Correction. I shouldn’t care. Where superficiality may reign in other areas of my social life, I will not let it govern my freedom of expression. I will not let it mar my words, the sole existence of which I create and mold. I’d rather have someone commend me on my opinions and suggestions than hear meaningless compliments on how banging my visage is.
Superficiality, catalyst for the Trojan War and a prevalent nuisance, is why people cannot reach their highest potential. There is intense pressure from society to be beautiful, to be thin, and to be respected. In this sense, not only does superficiality branch out to physical attractiveness but to one’s reputation, preferences, and occupation.
An acquaintance once said that musicians, writers, and artists aren’t real vocations. They do not go through intense hardships or receive any high valued rewards. Why bother persevering towards an ambition that barely gains recognition?
Additionally, when family members hear that I want to major in English, they nod enthusiastically but do not realize that they are unconsciously frowning. Consequently, they begin to suggest being a doctor or a lawyer or even a businessman (woman) because they’re “respected” and conveniently make loads of money.
God forbid that I choose a career that is not to my family’s liking. In reply to everyone’s proposal to reconsider my future, I would like to respond with a Confucius quote, “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”
If one chooses their career based on superficial reasons, then how can the people they are interacting with or helping trust their abilities? These people, I feel, are easily swayed by money, family, and society when a profession should be based on someone’s passion to improve their life as well as others.
I understand that following in the steps of a prestigious parent or needing to feel secure financially is a realistic motive; however, when people spoke of following one’s dreams, I don’t think they meant any occupation that serves big fat checks at 299, 792, 458 meters per second (speed of light).
There should be fervor and affection for what one does because only then will respect be officially earned. A career should not be a burden but an articulation of one’s abilities and personality; it should promote individual development.
So screw Helen of Troy. Screw reputation. Screw monetary gain.
Screw them all.
For I know my purpose isn’t to bless people’s eyes with an angelic face or to make millions-even if it would be a plus- or to impress anyone but to be relatable, to be honest, and to be genuine for others and to myself.
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