cHoicEs

i am aware that my life is extremely privileged, that up until this point, i always have had this able body, a roof above my head, food on my table, love from people around me, the literacy, the education and the experience that make me not so clueless about the world. my life has brought me so many cHoICes to choose from. “what do i have for dinner today?”; “what show do i want to watch?”; “which shirt do i wear this morning?”. at the end, isn’t it all about the cHoiCes that tell us apart?

the irony is (not surprisingly), the privilege to have these many cHoiCes has resulted in me hating having cHoiCes. what a privilege to say “i hate cHoIcEs”. because those cH0iCeS I made had me leave my home country, had me do all these adventures, had me decide to start my life all over abroad. and while i was doing it, it made me realize how far i was from home, from what actually matters. now i am in the middle of the two lives: the life founded since i was born in Vietnam with my loved ones, and the one that i just founded abroad with my chosen family on the other side of the globe.

i am speaking about this journey as if it was a burden to have such a journey. it wasn’t. the burden is the NOW, when i, once again, have to make a choice. wherever i choose to settle, i would lose a significant part of my life. and since my mom passed, each choice, each person weighs heavier in my heart. i’ve learnt that i can’t live peacefully without my people, not being able to be there for them aches my heart. i want to be there to take care of everyone that i love, which is probably unachievable and nothing more than a wishful thinking. but i saw my mom do it. should i try to do it?

imagine you go away from your country to start a new life, while having endless challenges throwing at your way but you don’t give up, you find a way and you are almost there. BOOM! one big painful life event. you pack your bags to go back to your country. now you leave everything you’ve built to again start all over in your country.

no one knows what life has ahead for us. we take what we are given. maybe there are no cHoiCEs. maybe this is all part of the illusion of choice conspired by the aliens. we know nothing about what is happening around us.

the life I’ve lived

Tragic.

Besides myself, no one really knows the reality that I have to face everyday. No one knows the actual, full, unfiltered life of mine. 

At the age of 29, I still have no stable income despite my academic background. I’m not stupid but I’m also just an immigrant that can’t speak the language. Hence, I put aside my master’s degree to join a course for caretakers while working as a waitress (I hate being a waitress). Between the course and the waiting job, all I have left for myself is stress, depression and insomnia. The truth is: I am always tired.

On top of that, I am torn between staying in Italy or going back to Vietnam.  Everyday I dream about spending time with my mom who has been fighting with cancer for the last two years. Another day passes by is another day that I’m grateful that she is still here with us. At the same time, the guilt that I keep building every second for not being there with her is taking the life out of my soul. At the same time, I am in my critical stage of building my life in this strange land. In this period, if I drop everything, I lose everything.

And these days, it’s been hard. Through the phone screen, my mom is grayer and grayer. “It has spread everywhere, to the brain and to the bones.” I tell myself, it is time to go home. Approaching 30, with all these life challenges throwing at my way, while I was just starting to build my life, I decided to go home. I don’t know what will happen next but I also don’t want to know what it will be. 

Soon at the age of 30, I would still have not achieved a single thing that I set for myself during my early 20s. No career, no husband. I wouldn’t be able to hide my “incompetence” from the Vietnamese society anymore. No more European escapism. But then how I would even live if the world was without my mom. And I don’t want to imagine that kind of world. 

I’ve decided to come home.

the people i love back home

I love my mom who is soft and kind, but also the strongest woman I’ve ever known, who is fighting cancer but still tries to take care of everyone around her.

I love my dad with his sharp intelligence and firmness, his secure love whenever we are in the world and the man with his grandchild is the sweetest grandpa that anyone could ever ask for.

I love my little sister and her craziness. She talks so much, sometimes too much but also she gives so much. Who could have imagined she is now a mom.

I love my little Bơ ❤ she is three months old and isn’t she the cutest bánh bao. She is talkative, just like her mom. I never experienced this kind of love before. I just want to rush back to Vietnam whenever I see her photos. And the love keeps growing everyday.

I love my grandpa Duong, he is mostly on his bed these days, and I miss listening to his old stories, recounts of memories with grandma. I miss grandma so much too. Cháu nhớ bà nhiều lắm!

I love my two cousins Cam and Na. In my eyes they’re so silly and they make my world so full. Full of laughters and love. And I know they’re always there for me.

I love my other cousins Tung and Thuong too. My comedy duo. I miss hanging out with them and just make fun of each other.

I love my uncle Hung. He’s always so gentle to me. He is probably the funniest uncle I have. Since I have a niece now, I can see how much an aunt/uncle can love their nieces. Just like how much they love their own child.

I love my aunts and uncles from my dad’s side. They care about me more than I could imagine. Sometimes the way they show it is difficult to feel, but I know they do love me too.

I love my bestest friends Binh, Viet and Van, our 15+ years of frienship. Although we can’t hang out as much as before, whenever we meet, it’s just us vs the world, as if I was never away for such a long time. I miss you three.

There are so many more people that I can’t name them all. Just as today I realize how much love I hold, within me and around me. I write this to remind myself that my life, indeed, is full of love.

Intellectual Vitality

Trong tiếng Anh có một cụm danh từ là “intellectual vitality“, (chắc dịch theo nghĩa thuần Việt nhất là tính hiếu học, sự ham học hỏi), một tiêu chí mà các trường đại học nổi tiếng bên Mỹ xét đến đầu tiên khi đọc profile và SoP của sinh viên. Mình từng nghĩ cái này thì ai chả có, không nhiều thì ít, và một khi người ta đã muốn apply vào trường thì đương nhiên là để học, tức là dư thừa cái mà mấy ông gọi là “intellectual vitality“, việc gì phải đắn đo nhiều vì cái tiêu chí này?

Nhưng giờ nhìn lại 4 năm học đại học của bản thân, so sánh bản thân năm nhất, năm hai với bản thân của hiện tại thì thấy, hoá ra người ta dùng “intellectual vitality” thay vì “curiosity” (sự tò mò) là có lý do cả. Và việc người ta tìm kiếm tố chất này ở mỗi sinh viên là thực sự cần thiết.

Năm nhất, mình vào học đại học với tư tưởng là để cho bắt kịp xã hội, để đạt được cái người ta gọi là “cột mốc” quan trọng của cuộc đời mỗi con người, chứ không hề ý thức rằng mình có thực sự muốn học hay không. Đến trường học đều đặn nhưng rất thụ động. Thầy cô bảo học gì làm bài gì tìm hiểu về cái gì thì làm y như vậy với mục đích duy nhất là để điểm tử tế.

Nhưng dần dần, mình được tiếp xúc với các môn về chính trị thế giới. Học đâu cũng là học cả quá trình diễn biến, là học lịch sử. Nhắc đến một vấn đề là phải truy về gốc rễ của vấn đề, phải tìm hiểu tại sao hai nước chúng nó ghét nhau, tại sao đi đâu cũng thấy ông này can thiệp, tại sao tổ chức quốc tế lúc nào cũng như bất lực, tại sao, tại sao và tại sao. Và lần đầu tiên trong đời mình chủ động google tài liệu đọc về lịch sử, xem các bài phân tích quan hệ quốc tế, mặc dù lúc đó chỉ đơn giản muốn hiểu bài trên lớp, muốn điểm A Speaking TACN.

Thế rồi một học kỳ, hai học kỳ lặp lại thói quen như thế và không biết tự khi nào mình cảm thấy chính trị rất thú vị. Mình tìm đọc vì mình MUỐN và mình bắt đầu biết cười ngặt nghẽo trước những mẩu chuyện cười nhạt nhẽo về chính trị. Rồi mình phát hiện ra nhiều mặt khác của chính trị, không chỉ có chiến tranh, ngoại giao. Chính trị hoá ra gần gũi hơn mình tưởng vì nó liên quan trực tiếp đến vấn đề con người, về các vấn đề nhân quyền. Từ một vấn đề của một cộng đồng hoàn toàn có thế trở thành một vấn đề lớn của đất nước, và thậm chí là vấn đề thế giới. Lúc đó người ta sẽ chính trị hoá nó.

Ví dụ như bất bình đẳng giới, ban đầu người ta mới chỉ dừng lại ở việc phát hiện những hành động phân biệt, áp bức, bạo lực ở nhóm người này, nhóm người kia. Nhưng sau đó họ nhận ra nó là vấn đề mang tính hệ thống, phải dùng cả hệ thống để giải quyết. Vì thế họ lên tiếng, họ gọi tên, và chính trị hoá nó. Và phong trào nữ quyền ra đời.

Nói chung, từ khi có hứng thú học, mình cảm thấy thời gian học trên lớp quý giá hơn rất nhiều và mình học thực sự, chủ động đọc thêm nhiều. Không chỉ riêng chính trị, mình cũng bắt đầu có hứng thú với các môn khác. Nói ra có vẻ trừu tượng nhưng thực sự mình thấy vẻ đẹp của tri thức. Nhiều cái mình đọc vì mình nghĩ nó có ích cho mình, nhưng cũng nhiều cái mình tìm hiểu vì mình muốn. Và có lẽ đây là cái người ta gọi là “intellectual vitality“?

Nhưng cùng lúc, mình cảm thấy hơi tiếc khi nhìn lại năm tháng ngồi trên ghế nhà trường trước kia đã lãng phí thời gian, bỏ lỡ bao nhiêu kiến thức. Nhưng muộn còn hơn không. Ít ra hiện tại mình đã biết mình thích cái gì, mối quan tâm của mình ở đâu. Mình sẽ tiếp tục nuôi dưỡng “intellectual vitality” của mình cho đến khi không thể nữa thì thôi.

TODAY I RANT…

Give me a word to describe how I hate this world.

How I hate the entire human kind.

And, of course, myself.

Everything disgusts me.

Everyone annoys me.

I feel myself included in that “everyone” but also excluded from the term.

“Same same but different.” What does that even mean?

My existence along with these creatures.

It seems to perfectly blend in.

But once my brain works.

Everything becomes.

Complicated as it always is.

Confusing as it always is.

Colorful as it always is.

An abstract painting that I could never understand.

My ideas, my thoughts and my words are being tangled.

The flow is endless, yet unpredictable.

I need to stop the flow.

I need to stop looking stupid.

I need to stop writing non-sense.

I need to stop. Stop.

 

Why and how everyone should be their own best friend

Not until recent time have I realized how difficult it is for me and my friends to gather, and how I should start to have fun on my own more often.

Since we – my friends and I – have our own busy lives and plans, scheduling a date is a real struggle. It takes us true efforts to all agree on which date, place, or activities should we indulge ourselves in. For instance, the other day, I found out about a live music bar which, to me, would be an awesome place for our group to hang out. My friends, however, shown no interest and kept suggesting other places. Eventually, I went there by myself and was absolutely enjoying it.

By the end of that evening, I got so hyped that I just wanted to tell my friends how wonderful everything was, about the band, the atmosphere and the drink. But as soon as I picked up my phone and was about to text them, I remembered the reason why I spent the evening alone. Obviously, my friends would have no interest in listening about it, so I was just turning on my laptop and turning those awesome moments into words like what I do most of the time.

It is undeniable that happiness or enjoyment is supposed to be shared and multiplied among oneself and others. But this doesn’t mean you can not have fun on your own. Let’s think it this way: there is only one person in this world who is capable of loving you eternally, who ultimately shares the same interests and hobbies with you, who truly understands you, who knows all of your problems and secrets, who is your soulmate.

Is there anyone on your mind already?

Yes, it is you, yourself. No one other than you could be so cool and ideal. Who doesn’t want to hang out with that special person!

That’s why I’m striving to be a best friend of my own.

It’s not easy at all, especially when hard times come as it feels like the world is going against me and even I couldn’t be there for myself to rely on. That feeling sucks. But the good news is that things have been changing for the better. I don’t find myself get caught in that dark place as often as I used to be. Since I have been kinder to myself, I am now very mindful of how important it is to tell myself: “Hey, I am here with you”. Not only am I moving heaven and earth just to be available to myself all the damn time, I’m also exerting myself to be an honest, positive friend.

Be a friend of thyself and others will be so too.” – Thomas Fuller

This journey to self-love can be extremely difficult sometimes. But it’s possible. You can be a friend of your own, a nice one, by comforting yourself, conversing with yourself with kind words, doing the things you love, dating yourself and taking care of yourself. Do those things little by little, day by day and you will soon realize how wonderful you are as a friend.

Let’s start with a pen and a piece of paper. Write down 10 traits of your ideal friend, or simply the things you want to do with them. My list begins with:

1. Traveling to Thailand

 

“Be the change you want to see”

People always say: “Be the change you want to see”, which, to the way I interpret, is that if you want people treat you differently, you should first start to treat them differently. Because, to some extends, the way people treat you reflects your attitude to them.

I listened. I changed. I tried to be the change.

So what exactly do I want to see?

I want people to notice to me.

I want people to listen to me.

I want people to comfort me.

I want people to appreciate me.

I want people to stop taking me for granted and start to include me in their lives.

But am I asking for too much? What did I try to do to deserve all of that? Was my attempt enough?

No.

The more I tried to be available for everyone, the more I was taken for granted.

The more I tried to help, the more useless I deemed to be.

The more I tried to show people I how appreciated them, the more dramatic and cheesy I looked.

Then how much is enough?

I have no clue.

No fucking clue.

As the lights are off and darkness fills the atmosphere, I feel so empty, lonely and helpless. I feel being left out. I want to talk. To anybody. Just a short decent conversation would be good. Just that. But with who? No one stays up this late. And if they do, they are probably doing something much more entertaining than listening to me rant.

I am probably just acting dramatically.

I should get rid of my problems by my own.

I am seeking for attention.

I am being selfish.

Poverty, war, sexism, racism. Those are the things I should be concerned of.

I should stop starting the sentences with “I”, stop being self-centered and think for others.

People have their own lives in which I have no role.

Deal with it.

How do couples manage their time?

I don’t know. If you know the answer, please tell me.

Believe or not, I’m in my early twenties and I have never been in a relationship. I have no idea what it’s like to actually be in one. But recently, I’ve been witnessing my one close friend handling with hers, which has triggered this question in me.

She is a college student. Since also being one myself, I know exactly how strenuous and exhausting a day of a student’s life could be with tons of assignments, projects, not to mention the inevitable part-time jobs and extra-curriculum activities to polish the CV. Everything will easily run out of control and drive you mad if you’re not able to manage a little while for yourself during the day to reflect and relax. I sometimes struggle a lot to just finish all the tasks without any time to take care of myself. But somehow, my friend is still doing very well. Above all, she’s able to do that WHILE BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP.

How does she do it???

How do people do it???

I’m not talking about toxic, abusive relationships but healthy, happy ones. As far as I know, being in a relationship with someone else means that you’d have to take out a specific amount of your own time every day for that special one to take them out, send a few texts or at least to think about them. In other words, you would need to truly make efforts to tailor your schedule to your significant others’ in order to make sure that they feel cared and loved. I don’t know how much time lovers spend for each other daily, or how much is enough. But I’m sure it is there somewhere included in their schedules which might be already tight with their jobs, studying, hobbies or even daily routines.

This truly makes me stunned. Love couples – masters of time management, you guys got my respect!

Still, can someone explain how? I’m ready to take some notes.

Or being in a relationship is probably not difficult as I think it is. I’m just terrible with time management and being busy is the excuse why I am still single till this day.

But am I sad because of that?

Not at all.

I don’t rush for it either. I can imagine how my life could turn into a hot mess if I get caught up in a relationship. So thank God for letting me be free and single!

Moreover, what’s the point of whining, being miserable all the time just because of “loneliness”? Are you actually lonely?

I don’t know what your answer is but I’m only single, not lonely. I’m surrounded by my family and friends. I’m taking my time to look after myself, to fully embrace myself, to learn and grow. Maybe I’m spending too much time for myself. Maybe this is the reason why I’m bad at time management. Maybe this is the reason why I’m single. If so, I’m totally cool with it. I don’t need any guy to make me feel happy and loved.

At the end of the day, being in a relationship is not a bad thing at all. Being single isn’t either. The key is always self-love. Once you’re fully in love with yourself, happiness will forever be there whether you’re single or taken.

Coping with bad grades

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I’m here. Again, at the exact same position I was last year when I was grumbling about school, grades. As always, a semester has passed by resulting in all the traumas as the finals’ grades have been revealed and they are not to my expectation.

I feel lost, sad, disappointed, hopeless, upset, jealous,… The list of my feelings can go on and on with all the negative adjectives you could think of. I’m confused. I’m confused by myself and my life.

Let’s rewind back to the last semester in which I was full of energy and motivation to begin with. I set my goals and was so determined to achieve them. The roadmap I drew out was so clear. I confidently invested major on my studying. I worked extremely hard. And the finals came along. But eventually, all of my endeavors went zero.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Why nothing good can happen to me?”

I constantly doubt about my worthiness, whether I deserve anything good in life.

Hey, wait a minute.

Do the grades at school determine your grade of life?

More specifically, how do you measure happiness?

Look around. You have all the good things you need. You have your family who loves you unconditionally. You have your best friends who are always there for you. You have your lovely goofy pets. You have access to knowledge, to entertainment. You have house and food. You’re privileged already.

Humans are greedy. They never have enough of anything. They always want more. They never get satisfied about themselves. They only look at what they don’t own, which is massive, and feel bad without noticing the precious things they have. That makes them prone to negativity whenever facing failure.

Dear myself, failure is the tool to success. If it’s what you have at this moment, use it. It will lead you back to the right direction. Don’t let yourself be defeated by just a tiny failure. Your biggest goal is still waiting for you to achieve. So get yourself together, stand up straight and move forward.

And the talks between I and myself go on and on…

Emotional Sunday Morning

Sunday, 08 January 2016

11:30 A.M

There are days where I become so unstable emotionally, susceptible to every damn thing, even the minutiae of life. A fictional Christmas movie on HBO, that ravishing music video on MTV, the perfectly high-pitched voice of Lady Gaga… They were all so incredibly beautiful as I burst out in tears in just a second.

And what surprised me was the more I cried, the more I felt relieved. I kept on letting all out. Away with the tears were the strain, the rage and other toxic feelings that I’d carried within my body. In a moment I was just being honest to myself without caring about the exterior world. I also constantly blamed myself for having let those minor, toxic things get on my nerves and not staying true to who I am while contemplating the beauty of life.

I had never embraced my ugly leaky face. But today it made me feel genuine and beautiful.

Thank you so much, my precious tears.