when parents go from Gods to humans

there’s a very important moment in our lives when we come to a harsh realization.

our parents aren’t Gods. instead, they’re just people, doing their best like everyone else.

and it is an extremely transformative experience. it’s a paradigm shift.

the world, as we know it suddenly becomes a little bit bigger — and our parents’ words suddenly become a little less be-all & end-all.

but there is power in this moment. it means it’s our turn.

we can now be gods for our parents. we can now, finally, after all their years of hard work, of building the best life for us that they knew how– we can now begin to repay truly them by returning the favor.

and they might resist. and that’s OK. but, remember, they’re just people, doing their best. so, push on. and let that moment be the beginning of something beautiful.

reflecting on time spent in Japan

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3/21/16
Tokyo, Japan

“It’s really hard to be considered weird here.” “I’ve noticed. I love it.”12888519_250207055312730_8793388689790094241_o

Japan’s juxtaposition of preserved ancient tradition and futuristic technology is like no other. here, it’s not rare to find a true-to-its tradition practice that hasn’t changed in a millennium next door to a cutting edge technological advance that is will soon push the culture forward by a millennium.

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i’m captivated by Tokyo’s seemingly error-less fluidity of everything. trains and subways are on time to a T, litter is nowhere to be found (even though the same is true with trash cans), and when at the end of a line that would take hours in America, you are next before you can even say “Konichiwa!” if these details aren’t indicative enough of a well run city, everyone and everything, however clustered it may seem, is in complete agreement with the other. people do their own thing, and that own thing perfectly meshes with everyone else’s own thing.

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as I’m writing, this four kids who can’t be older than five years old each walk shoulder to shoulder cracking jokes carrying backpacks — on their way to school. it is not uncommon for young children to roam the streets as adults do. Crime is seemingly non-existent and though not exactly cordial, Japanese people leave no doubt in your mind that they aren’t the kindest and most caring people on this planet.12671676_250205068646262_1270289689858678027_o12440642_250207765312659_7964722037155890748_o856936_250206691979433_1341681090280836923_o

a measly 500 yen purchase of water in 7/11 afforded us 20 seconds of bowing and thanking. dropping 200 yen afforded me the most concerning point and exclamation by a man rushing through the subway station. these people care. and not because they have to. there’s an intrinsic feeling of goodness in the air here. coming from America, this feeling feels otherworldly. this inherent, deep distinction is undoubtedly the result of their thousands of years worth of history. 

I can’t help but cringe when I think back to America — where people try their hardest to appear caring and interested, when in reality (and in their head) they could not care less.* that is inherently different in Japan. though people do not go out of their way to appear friendly or genuine, they truly are that. they embody that. In Japan it’s about “we,” not “me.” people aren’t walking around with fake smiles trying to convince people of their kindness. instead, people walk around with the knowledge that if they needed to, they could count on any stranger they pass by. that’s real assurance.

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[I wonder how dogs differ in Japan and America.]


*America will get past this. We are young.

pessimistic, idealistic, realistic

often times people point to what’s realistic as a basis to counterattack idealist ideas.

the problem with the notion of ‘realistic’ is that it’s inaccurately defined. life is not realistic. By any definition ‘realistic,’ life itself is a miracle.

we all live in our own worlds. you and everyone you know would, while reading these words, experience different visceral responses to them.

we create these worlds of ours by seeing what we look for in the objective, physical world — by projecting our expectations and preconceived notions of what’s what. (and we are what we see in the world, not what we see in the mirror.) Both limitations and possibilities, if we see them, truly are there. so in that sense, pessimism and idealism — as well as every other ism — are in fact realistic.

realistic is relative to our own worlds.

choose wisely.

intro

this blog was originally thought of as a way to expound on my tweets. I use Twitter as my primary notes app, which ends up being a culmination of both sporadic epiphanies and introspective thoughts, as well as a moodboard that pulls directly from twitter.

some of my favorite ideas were sparked by other people’s tweets. the added benefit of using Twitter as a notes app is just that — it is not an isolated experience — exposure to the outside world and other ideas & opinions can only furthers our own.

other ideas were triggered by experience, conversation or observation which took place in the real world.

this blog is a home for all of the above types of ideas, in long form.