A large, substantial part of our lives is spent falling in line – of expectations made of us, of sticking yourself in a literal or metaphorical queue for whatever it is, or simply blending in with your surrounds just so you don’t stick your ass out like a sore thumb. Why do we try so hard? Sure, we are indeed somewhat biologically wired to want to fit in societally, because we are social creatures and thrive on the acknowledgement of our social groups. We sway to group pressures and bend in conformity, obsess over broadcasting our status, and act like someone we’re not. Does this actually do more harm than good? What if you don’t belong?
Oh dear irony that is us, to want to assert our own individuality yet constantly seek affirmation from others.
The family I lost in North Korea and the family I gained
Hope is personal. Hope is something that no one can give to you. You have to choose to believe in hope. You have to make it yourself. In North Korea, I made it myself. Hope brought me to America. But in America, I didn’t know what to do, because I had this overwhelming freedom. My foster father at that dinner gave me a direction, and he motivated me and gave me a purpose to live in America.
I did not come here by myself. I had hope, but hope by itself is not enough. Many people helped me along the way to get here. North Koreans are fighting hard to survive. They have to force themselves to survive, have hope to survive, but they cannot make it without help.
This is my message to you. Have hope for yourself, but also help each other. Life can be hard for everyone, wherever you live. My foster father didn’t intend to change my life. In the same way, you may also change someone’s life with even the smallest act of love. A piece of bread can satisfy your hunger,and having the hope will bring you bread to keep you alive. But I confidently believe that your act of love and caring can also save another Joseph’s life and change thousands of other Josephs who are still having hope to survive.”
Lose something everyday – the art of losing isn’t hard to master. It’s also important, for that sense of loss glossing by every time something slips from the fingers of your possession makes you that much more conscious about things you already have on your hold. It teaches you to hold on to some tighter, and definitely not to hold onto some too tightly. So what have you lost today?
Tonight I was so angry and frustrated I bitched about it to my best friend, talked about it over the phone with another friend, came home and told my mum and sis about it and then I burst into tears halfway because I was just so frustrated and annoyed
Sometimes I still feel like I’m such a kid even though I’m turning 24 this year
I can’t believe I’m 24 this year
Too busy doing what?
Just, plain too busy being awesome.
Note to self: Stop thinking of things that’ll only destroy you.
Sometimes it’s so much easier being a lone island.
It flicks a little more to the right, opening up just a tad more space to engulf whatever there was there in. It’s done, a vague and seemingly insignificant act of nonchalance that never knew what it had coming. And just like that, a little becomes a little more, a little more till there’s no more it can hold, before it overflows like gushes of spring dusting away the whites of winter – colours filling white void, life replacing the emptiness of still.
It’s everything she needs, it’s everything she never knew she wanted and never dared to have when it was bestowed to her on a day just like any another. It’s extraordinary.
The same words used so much they don’t mean much anymore