Others’ Success: Motivatation or Discouragement?

I read this article “How The Cult of Early Success is Bad for Young People” at TIME today, and the title bothers me.

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What do you think?

From a glance, this article is pretty well written, I suppose. It cites various resources, and provides an interesting point of view that I mull for quite sometime. But this type of journalism bothers me, because it nitpicks at success stories and positive energies… and turns it into an argument that success is bad for other people

Perhaps it’s for the sake of publishing a story-grabbing title in the midst of hundreds of  articles about Taylor Swift and Malala Yousafzai. But try to imagine and put yourself in their shoes… say, for example: you have worked really hard over the years, and you share your stories of struggles and how you eventually reached a point of success as a way to inspire… and somebody merely point out that “Hey, your story discourages people because it made them feel not good enough, yknow”. How would you feel?

I understand that success could be bad for yourself if you don’t manage it properly. But to accuse someone’s hard work, experiences, and otherwise successful story as something that could harm others, is rather uncalled for.

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Why Courage?

Why is it that heroes are always characterized as brave?

In every story and movie I know, the hero (despite whatever shortcoming they have), is always being depicted as courageous. The Gryffindor. The dauntless. The brave warrior. The valiant avengers. Why? Why can’t we be heroes without being brave?

I thought about this from time to time. Why can’t someone be considered a hero simply because he’s smart? Because she’s kind? Because they’re honest? Or simply because they quietly follow the rule and doesn’t hurt anyone?

I’m not brave. I never was.

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Train Ride To Nowhere?

I know that life is supposed to be some kind of a journey filled with little stops. And I know that it’s supposed to be measured by the little things, like daily achievements and simple joys and whatnot.

But sometimes, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be fighting for.

Yes those little things seem important. But what do you do when you can’t see the big picture?

They say that life is like a journey. But what kind of journey would that be if the destination is simply a question mark?

I don’t think that I’m aimless per se… but it’s like navigating through a long train ride, where there are so many different tracks that looks very similar to one another in front of you. And somehow, the scenery never really changes.

What would you do?
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We’re all Paper, We’re all Scissors

Because even though we thinks we can hold countless of ideas and idealism the way a paper hold an idea… we are fragile and vulnerable, easily rumpled and shredded even with the bluntest of knifes.

Still we cut each other up, pretending we are mighty, even though we know how it hurts. Perhaps we can’t stop being like papers. But perhaps we can stop trying to be so tough, so mean, so easy to judge and cut meaningless patterns.

Because it doesn’t take much to realize that sometimes, we are all quite similar after all.

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Autumn’s & Evergreens

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A strange thought came across my mind…

Would you rather be the vibrant autumn leaves, or the quiet evergreens?

The maples are vibrant,  widely captured in photographs, and celebrated for its colors. And yet, its beauty lies in its transient nature. That short little moment… before it fades away.

Meanwhile, the quiet pines stood strong, and yet goes mostly unnoticed. It stays awake in greens for a long time… but perhaps felt a little lonely.

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The Pace of Nature

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The birds fly without worrying about the span of their wings.
Why should we humans worry about the limit of our reach?

The wild flowers grow despite of the sun and rain.
Why should we worry about the circumstances that are beyond of our control?

The crickets sing away without an audience, and the ants toiled together without keeping scores.
Why should we let others’ appreciation and judgment of our work be a measure of its worth?

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Quiet Narratives & Hopeful Wanderings