Dear 2007

You don’t know who I am, but I know who you are. I know your thoughts, secrets, and fears you hid from everyone. I know what you have done.

Don’t go running away just yet. I am here to talk, not to scold you. I just wanted to let you know it’s not your fault, the way others treated you, the way things fell apart, and the results you received.

If I recall correctly, in your classroom of about fifty students, a girl was sitting next to you. You liked her quite a lot. She had naturally dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders, unlike most of her black-haired peers. She was chubby and had a sharp end to her eyes. She wore gym clothes, a pink and black nylon jacket, all the time, and hid an earphone connected to an iPod beneath her long hair. She was only slightly shorter than you were, which was quite tall for most girls in your school. She had a lot of boys who knew her, did things in her own way, and did not feel sorry for herself, regardless of what others told her. She was quiet and melodic in person, but loud and bold in writing. She was slow to move, but her world within her mind moved at magnificent speed.

During the time you sat next to her, you had the time to get to know her well. Your interest in her grew as she shared with you her fascination with everything that has to do with English, the US hardcore rock music, and the fad anti-cultural movement. A few things I remember about her: a note in English shared among you, her, and two other boys, forming a group of music connoisseurs, rebelling against the society that you didn’t even know about; her printing out pages of helpful information in English about a dark religion from the internet asking you and the other two boys to join her; her scribbling the word “suicide” on her left inner forearm with a cutter knife. Life and death were at play in forming this relationship.

I will be honest. I think you were obsessed with her. I am sorry to be curt, but at this moment, I believe it’s better to state things as they are. The reason I say this is because you felt physically hurt to see an empty text message inbox after sending her a text hours ago. You gifted her a melted chocolate via another person on Valentine’s Day, which happened to coincide with your graduation date. Even she knew about it and asked if you had asked to deliver that chocolate to you. I remember you staring at the moon and asking for your soul to be released from the grasp of her alluring smile. The reason I am stating this outright, even as I cringe at how sentimental it sounds, is that I want you to feel okay.

I would say it is okay to acknowledge that you feel attracted to her. Human beings are naturally attracted to each other based on the biological and psychological characteristics of each other. Accepting that this is a natural phenomenon, much like hunger when you don’t eat or the urge to urinate after drinking a lot of water, might help you understand this mechanism. Yes, it can be unfortunate when only one person likes the other, but you can still be friends even when you feel an attraction to that person. If the other person is mature enough, you could let them know you are attracted to them, and still ask to maintain the friendship. If the other person takes advantage of that fact, it is unfortunate. In which case, you can move on. Letting another person know that you liked them might be helpful for you, as it allows you to be honest with yourself. Hiding it and suffering alone appears not to be the solution, from my experience so far.

I think you’ve been feeling quite alone because you haven’t had good friends at school for a while. You wanted to be around people who were like you. You wanted to be liked and accepted among your peers. You liked pleasure and wanted to cling to the intoxicating feeling of being respected and marveled by your peers. You wanted to be accepted unconditionally. She was good at pointing out your strengths and made you feel valued. But when it started to fade away because you didn’t focus on your coursework, you began to feel rejected by your peers. You could see that they were already organized, knew what they were after, and constructively created their path towards their future. Additional coursework they took, extracurricular activities they participated in, and study materials from specialized tutors reeked of classism. You grew jealous and resentful of the elites, even though you were one of them. You lamented and vowed to fight against the iron sky, above which the gifted danced and laughed. But I must ask you, isn’t your anger misplaced?

I can imagine an alternative scenario laid out for you. I can imagine you focusing on lifting weights, reading philosophy and fiction books that really interested you, and writing religiously could have built a fountain of joy within you. I can imagine that building your own world from yourself would have created enough space for others to join you in your journey. Instead of chasing after them and criticizing them for not measuring up to your expectations, you could build the kind of world that you wanted to live in. Instead of resisting what is already at play, you can find new opportunities and be creative. Focus your sight on the light, less on the dark abyss.

I understand how she could have been so alluring to you. She shared with you her story about her family secrets at the West sea, the philosophy training in the mountain, and her mother. You felt like she valued you when she shared her existential questions about the meaning of life on Earth, her taste in heavy metal music, and the chaotic yet beautiful world within her mind. She might have shown an interest in you because you had just returned from another world, and you, too, were seeing the world in your own unique way, which not many people were viewing at the time. And she might be right. I also think that you had a unique perspective that many people didn’t understand at the time.

Having lived this far, meeting people of various walks of life, and having thought a little bit, here’s my take: thank her. Thank her for her kindness and her understanding. Thank her also for the suffering she inflicted on your soul because you were magnetically attracted to her beauty. The suffering I endured then helped me mature and build stamina to be there when someone (i.e., one of my ex-girlfriends) needed me. It helped me have a compassionate heart and see the other person who is suffering. I was able to control myself better (well, at least not worse) when I met another person like her. Thank her for making your life more fragrant, colorful, and exciting. The girl you met has since married another person (I’m sorry to say), but she gave you a chance when you were dating someone else. She has become a different person, at least the last time I met her. I suspect that the part of her you used to know is still there. Thank her for the moment she shared with you.

I know I have been just talking from my side. You might say: “Old man, don’t tell me what to do. I know what I am doing, I hate your gut, and I am going to change my future so that I don’t become someone like you.” I get it. And I encourage you to go on your way doing what you feel is the right thing to do. Keep reading, keep expanding your mind, and keep the hope that one day things will be alright. What I am proud of myself for so far is that I held on and kept working.

I want to thank you, too, for holding on. I know the feelings you’re experiencing right now are intense. I know you are confused and don’t understand how you are supposed to live your life. I know the misery is at easy dispense, while anything clear or bright feels far from reach. I can tell you this: you will soon find yourself on a journey that you had not imagined in your wildest dreams. The hint is in one of the books you are reading now. You will meet people that you had not dreamt you would ever meet, and you will join fun journeys together. I’ve been wanting to tell you that you are okay. You are loved by your parents, your friends (a few that you have), and people who are yet to come. You have a strong heart. Keep it up. And thanks a lot.

6.6.2025

J

Dear J, you said, “dust to dust; Life is not enough to live for the sake of survival.”

So, if you ask me: “What is it you really want?”

My mind goes back to when I truly felt alive as myself years and years ago.

I want to dance with you slowly, to see your smile that spreads grace in my heart, and to hear the bursts of laughter crashing into my ears and reverberating at the same frequency as I make light fun of myself while teasing you a little.

In a soft and warm embrace, we slowly woke up from a sound sleep wrapped in a fresh and fluffy linen duvet, and the sunlight hit our forehead through the window from a cold winter blue sky in the morning. I want to cherish it a little longer.

I want to carry the silence at the rainy beach, the autumn mountain, and in the middle of the desert, a pasture and an ice field as I carry on with the repetition of daily life amidst bustling individuals and the rapid choreography we have scheduled.

Have I changed? Yes — inevitably, and as cliche as it can be, I did. The reason why I am here is to keep in mind what matters. To keep the promise I made a long time ago before I further turned into something unintended.

The house, the car, the dog, the cat, the flowers, the songs, the sun window, the shower, the photos, the parties, the food, the vacations, the clothes, the gadgets, the artworks, and the books, yes, all of them too. But most of all, let’s find the groove first.

3.22.2025

Decisions

We make decisions every day. But what’s the mechanism behind it?

Whether to get out of bed or lay down for 15 more minutes. Whether to cook scrambled eggs or have last night’s leftover curry. Whether to sit down in front of the computer and work on the project you’ve been mulling over for the past 10 years or just turn on the phone and flick through anxiety-inducing news articles. Big or small, we make decisions.

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Mitski – My Impression from 2019

I remember listening to Mitski when I used to work at a hospital call center in 2019. The call center was located in the middle of a suburban New England neighborhood. I remember that next to a newly built flat office building was a forest with a walking path and a river that separated the forest from the vast green front yards of castle-like houses. I used to walk through that forest during my lunch break in fall, winter, and spring. I used to listen to music as I walked alongside the river. I remember listening to Mitski for the first time.

It was 2019. The work was hard, and I was focusing my energy and attention on my studies every day to get into medical school. When too many people call the call center, my ears get tired of listening to a person crying, shouting, and cursing. My mind would slowly get heated with too many details to remember and too many details to forget. Filled with pent-up anger, sadness, and fear, I would pull out my Airpods, step out of the office through a glass door into the crisp, fresh air, and walk into the forest.

Listening to Mitski’s voice, you feel camaraderie. Her voice is passionate, defiant, and unapologetic. She does not depend on others; she searches for meaning within herself, clawing through the chaotic path of soul-searching. It’s not for the glory, not for fame, not for recognition, not for love. But rather a burning desire to understand the origin of her burning desire for life. When you are walking down a dark hallway alone, seeing someone else walking by themselves in a long dark hallway gives you irresistible resilience. That’s what I got from Mitski. We may be insignificantly small, but we have a burning desire for a lived experience. To get there, we will exhaust whatever we can. And when we look back, we will have no regrets.

4.23.2024

Star

one is enough
among the many, one is enough.
enough to fill the heart with sunset
enough to feel the touch deep in the chest
one is enough among the many.

so, stop dozing off in that corner of the room.
get up, and brace yourself for a parade
one day your chance will come too soon
you’ll want to catch it at any rate

let that star be shining upon you;
the lucky ones, unlucky ones, all of you.
for the brave heart deserves a respect
may it venture the world with a circumspect

1.1.2023

Distance

ever wondered about ‘distance’?
there are those who are so close to us,
yet feel so far away from us;
while there are those far away from us,
yet feel so close at our heart;

for some, I want to hold
both of their hands and say out loud
“you know I love you, right?”
yet not a single word’ll pass through their ear

for some, I sit silently next to them
and they know;
my feelings deeply buried
quietly ignites and awaits for them.

it’s this distance that I am fascinated about.
I wish everyone a good luck for the new year.

12.31.2022

Withdrawal

it begins again: the abstinence.
it’s time to empty out garbages from my head.
no music or movies, no more doom scrolling,
nor comic strips, so on.
torrential pain of withdrawal swirls at heart
body’s relaxed, like a koala under summer shade
then the eye of this storm arrives;
with it, a transcendental calmness.
then the true colors of the world reveal itself.

12.30.2022

Unique

Every moment, we have a choice.
a choice to be or do a unique thing.
it’s how we choose to write
the story of this moment.
whether it is watching a video
or scribbling a few words on a notebook,
we make an active choice.
our time will be weighed by its story
it’s truth unveiled.
tomorrow is another canvass
let us find what we have in our store.

12.28.2022

Consuming

after a good talk, a belly full of meal,
and basking in the warm glow of human connections,
I slowly realized all this is meaningless
when we go home
and face the reality again.
we won’t see each other again.
there’s nothing that is connecting us now.
there is nothing to look forward to.
it was a nice rush.
but that seems to be all.
how do you build something that lasts?
or did we build something that actually is real?
will we carry this memory with a meaning?
will we look back with fondness or emptiness?
In spite of my instinct,
I hope to believe we have built something.
I hope to believe we will carry on with faith.
I hope to believe all this was worthwhile.

12.27.2022

Hi

it’s as effortless as a hot knife
cutting through a block of butter
it’s as natural as peanut butter
in between sandwich breads
it’s as predictable as the moon
and the sun greeting each other

sometimes,
people you thought you’d click don’t click;
people you never expected to click do click.
in a world of chase for power
and yearning for innocent connection
we are torn to make a decision.
may you make the wisest decision.
even if you don’t,
I hope you will work towards
a future you’ll feel like yourself.
sleep tight.

12.26.2022