Failure used to be my number one fear. I think it’s the same for most high schoolers. “What are you afraid of?” they say. “You have nothing to lose, right?” they say. “You can’t be perfect. Stop trying,” they tell me. Never having a B in my life, never being yelled at for a big mistake, or never failing to get recognition for something has made me vulnerable to the idea of failure. I’m sure a lot of students would agree with me. Still, I came to realize recently that without failure, people can’t improve. There’s always going to be people better than you and if you’re oblivious to this fact, you’re practically living a life full of lies. I mean, what’s the point of living 60 or 70 more years if you’re already perfect?
The thought of death have entered my thoughts here and there before, but this was the first time I really thought about pain and dying. The pain was real. I still can’t believe I let a tiny (not so much) thing like that torture me for two hours.
Recently, I’ve been thinking about how important it is to go one step beyond the “minimum requirement” and differentiate yourself from others. I was surprised to notice that many people actually don’t try hard to achieve something. A goal. They’re focused on the minimum too much, that a lot of people can’t even reach the minimum. And if they are lucky, they barely just make it.
First of all, to tell you the truth, I don’t advocate fighting but I’m a solo fighter. If the “Solo Fighter” caught your eyes, you’re probably a solo fighter too or at least possess qualities of a solo fighter 😉
Christmas is coming up really soon, and my heart gets warmer and warmer as each day counts down to the 25th. Small things make me happy and it cancels out the depressing factor of school. (Just one more week, you got this!)
In my English class, our teacher wanted us to notice the small things in our everyday life and take quick notes on them. And I did notice few things: my chemistry teacher having no makeup on Monday (and her makeup is always on point), students being exceptionally happy and joyful on Fridays, or the sky looking like a painting with the gray touch of the brush being the clouds.
Everything created has an audience. That’s what our English teacher told us one day. I thought that was obvious. Of course everything is created to show someone your hard work, I thought. He also said that things can be created or done for yourself. You can be your own audience. Mr.T made the whole class go outside and told us to identify the audience of the bell week posters. This made me think about the Tae Kwon Do tournament (California Open) which I competed in last week.
Hey fellow friends, how are you doing? I’m doing alright, other than a bunch of stress from school and butterflies in my stomach from a tae kwon do tournament (California Open) coming up this Saturday. I wanted to tell you about a little ‘epiphany’ I experienced a few days ago at a concert. The concert was of Angela Aki’s, a Japanese singer/pianist/songwriter, who currently studies music at USC (University of Southern California). She sings both Japanese and English songs, so check that out if you’re interested. Anyways, there’s a song that translates as “Letter~To the Fifteen Old You~” which is my favorite out of all her great songs and this song gave me tears when I realized the true meaning.