To Goal Or Not To Goal


There is a great Robert Frost poem which is quoted above. Everyone views this poem at some point in their life, and being in the age of social media, it gets referenced all the time. The poem I’m esoterically referencing, is that ultra-famous poem called “The Road Not Taken”. Whatever you believe it to mean, it has some meaning to everyone who reads it. Thus is the beauty of the poem.

Some may consider it an affirmation that the road less travelled is perhaps the wiser road to take. They assert their individuality, and use this poem to do so. That’s a perfectly great way to interpret the poem. Relatable, and easy to understand, anyone can see how it’s an optimistic interpretation.

If you are an Orange Is The New Black fan, or just thought about the poem meanings more, then maybe you think differently. Not saying that any view is correct or anything, (In fact, that is the wonderful impossibility of the poem), just that this is another perspective to have. Not sure what the OITNB character’s name is, but she explains that the poem is more so about how everyone ends up in the same place no matter what they do. You can take the conventional route, or the less conventional route. Either way you will end up in the same job, and same life circumstance.

It’s hard to say whether or not one should aim for anything. Perhaps whether one aims the arrow or not is dependent on each individual. For me, the arrow is definitely aimed and hopefully precise. Then again, as they say, the unaimed arrow never misses. So are goals worth chasing, or do we get wherever we are supposed to anyway? Only father time will ever know.

Being Right


Sometimes we fall off the wagon. You click one news article about something your interested in, read through the comments, and look at some pictures, and before you know it three hours of free times goes by. Procrastination via the internet is a huge dilemma these. And a huge part of it has to with how, in today’s society more than ever, we are all just routed to websites that reaffirm our own beliefs. Essentially, we are all right, and for some reason always have some need to reaffirm our correctness.

Shit, even the people who preach how trying to maintain your correctness is a waste of time,  are often on social media trying to prove their correctness. Whether we are trying to prove to one of our “Facebook” friends, or that little voice in our head, or one of our real life friends wrong, it truly is a gigantic waste of time. Unfortunately, everyone can go anywhere and cement their own beliefs. What’s even worse is that all of the myth-debunking, and political fact-checking websites are as boring as C-SPAN.

This situation probably has been the same throughout history. Stubbornness, and argumentation are two inherited traits of many people who grow older. What’s different today, is that no one can claim ignorance, or accuse ignorance. If everyone has somewhere to go to reinforce their beliefs, no one will ever truly believe in being wrong. There are so many avenues of unnecessary communication nowadays, that their are now content creators who have gotten in trouble for defending themselves from criticism. By ‘gotten in trouble’, what I really mean is that they got obliterated in the court of public opinion for defending their choices, or beliefs

It’s difficult to not see things from a creator’s perspective. Sometimes it’s just too easy to get sucked into the world of comments, and news “articles”. Under no circumstance can it be easy to watch your character be defamed for some odd-remark, or your work being criticized because of something you said. If you aren’t in the type of business where the fame is plentiful, then idly watching while your characters is destroyed, must be way more difficult. What must hurt worse, is that people are always patting each other on the back when they “expose” someone, or trash someone’s character.

To feel as if you constantly having to prove yourself correct leads to a weird type of misery punctuated by moments of joy, and maybe some alcohol. When you realize that none of that shit matters, and you will inevitably die, being right is meaningless. But, don’t take my word for it. In fact, if you don’t believe anything in this post, you probably will find something that debunks everything above this line.  Our over communicated society can suck anyone in, and pull everyone into this strange world of backwards-righteousness. I wish it was possible to avoid getting sucked in forever, but admittedly, it just happened to me and it feels like I’m escaping depression. There’s gotta be a pill to escape over-communication.

Nature Versus Nurture


Recently my friends and I have had few discussions on growing up. Nature or nurture is a concept that frequently gets brought up Suffice it to say, being part of the generation who became teenagers right after 9/11 happened, our outlooks are a bit different than the older generation. Does nature affect us so profoundly that our future success can be determined now?

Tough question to answer, that’s for sure. Many pundits would call my generation an entitled generation. An entitled generation who had to grow up during 9/11, who missed the wagon when it came to building self-esteem, whose career prospects were got halted because of 2008,  and who pretty much buried themselves in debt by simply listening to our parents. Not saying that to be cynical, (Okay maybe a tad), but those are just the facts.

To me, it is possible to overcome nature. Though, it’s not something that can be done so easily. Unfortunately, it also takes time. On top of time, there is  the fact that the nature which afflicts us does not always intimate to the nurturing entities that they should be optimistic.

Most of the well-adjusted successful people of my generation, and any generation really, are also the most positive. How did that happen when so many people are gloomy, and negative as hell? Nurture is what happened.

Through the strange happenings of life, and the occurrences which are out of our grasp, the nurturing entities; parents, friends, teachers etc, never lost hope in those individuals. It’s amazing to watch when things align so well. You’ll never meet happier, more interesting people than those for whom nurture worked its magic.

Though we as humans love to hear the stories of struggle, sacrifice, and the underdog who came out on top, it’s good to know some of the realities associated with that. Most importantly, it’s great to understand that we all have our own individual ideas of suffering, hardships, struggle, and sacrifice. Nature has the ability to create, and destroy. Nurture is a tool designed to fix, or worsen what nature creates or destroys. And we as individuals tend to receive more feedback from one than the other. Perhaps that is one solution to the “Nature vs. Nurture” question.

Your Motivation


What is earnest motivation? Is it something that is truly easy, or difficult to find? Are the reasons we attempt our goals truly our reasons? Not to wax philosophical, but the human mind is quite fascinating in its ability to deceive.

Each of us sets up goals. or establishes reasons for doing anything. Everything needs a reason after all. The trickery lies in when we establish our reasons to attain whatever it is we seek. Thus we convince ourselves, for example, that money will buy happiness, or that love just happens overnight. Conversely, happiness comes way before the money, and love takes a bit longer.

Fame, more likely than not, is one of those goals that many people aspire to for few good reasons. Perhaps the only great reason for fame is that it usually generates more money. Any pop singer,  or actor has a motivation for fame. Public profile has much to do with their income. Though, what is it that everyone else seeks from fame? An easier life? Recognition?

Who knows. The point is that, in order to achieve anything we set out to achieve, we must all start with concrete reasons for achievement. Unfortunately our brain tricks us into believing false reasons. In the fame example, when you get famous for doing nothing, then your fame will go to waste. Actors often aim to become famous because there is a definite increase in their marketability, and an increased freedom in the roles they get to choose. If the motivation for fame is to gain a better life, then you will probably subconsciously start living that “better life”. It can manifest into spending more time watching television, or playing video games, but those two things won’t get you famous.

So how does anyone establish such clear cut motivation? Pen, and paper works. Hell, just pondering about why you want something works too. Whatever you do, it will be a battle against psychology. Thus thinking up the motivation, and reasons you want to achieve goals, or attain luxuries cannot be neglected. Otherwise, you might end up on the Internet all day after work, because you wanted more free time.



Talent is a word with a weird connotation. Often people define that word, in speech, as a natural entity. One is born with talent, and gains a skill. This thought is a common perception.

Malcolm Gladwell, though he certainly didn’t invent it, popularized the 10,000 hour rule. In his book Outliers,  he argued that natural talent is a myth. He also argued that IQ bears no weight in gaining skills, or societal status. Both of these ideas are opposed to conventional wisdom.

Some of his ideas, ironically, are debunked by his own examples. The Beatles being the main example, and debunkers. (Success took much less than 10,000 hours of them being a band. None of them had even practiced music for 10,000 hours by this time either.) Whatever you believe of Gladwell’s arguments, his book brought up great ideas to ponder on. Is there a such thing as natural talent. Is time all we need?

In my career flux, these are the fun topics to think about. If nature built us to have certain skills, then why do we struggle to get there? Why aren’t we sorted like pieces of mail, and thus freed of our supposed struggle to find that natural ability? Surely our methods leave many without discovering their “inherent” abilities before they die.

No, natural talent isn’t a part of my beliefs. But sometimes it’s just uncanny how talented some people become in shorts amount of time. Do those people just have high self-esteem, and believe in themselves? Do those people practice four hours on end? Who knows.

Outliers is a pretty sensational book, and an enjoyable read. One thing Malcolm Gladwell is right about, which I and many of my friends are finding out, is that opportunity is important. Bill Gates, The Beatles, and many others found, and gained the opportunities to learn in a way that few people in their time were able to emulate.

Recently, one of my friends expressed dismay at this notion because it begets something few people seem to like: nepotism. Famous people breed and create famous sons and daughters, and this goes on forever. Some might think nepotism is unfair, and many hate being labeled as a nepotist. Either way, is there really a better opportunity to take advantage of than one you were born into? Plus, it’s not as if people choose to be born.

Maybe everything just comes down to opportunity first, then talent second. Perhaps it’s the talent that creates the opportunity. Whichever way it goes, being gifted doesn’t seem to play a role in anything. The struggling light always manages to escape the dark room after all.

The Hunt For Meaning


Based on every trip to a bookstore, and based on how popular spirituality is, it seems that many of us in the United Stated hunt for meaning. Growing up here, the endeavor to find meaning seems like a necessary rite of passage. Realistically, this is why numerous cults recruit their members at college campuses. So many young people are searching for something to believe, that college is perfectly fertile ground.

Relax, this isn’t about cults or anything. It’s more about our strange obesession with finding meaning. One has to wonder whether this exists as strongly elsewhere, as it does here in the United States, but it seems to me that it does. Every culture has a few prominent religions. In the United States however, there are mass quantities of  spirituality books, religious texts, and religions. Some people, it seems to me, are addicted to the hunt for meaning.

Maybe it’s a bit of irony as this blog can come across as a spiritual blog, but at some point the hunt for meaning has to stop, right? How can you try every belief that is out there and not stop eventually? Even if you couldn’t find one particular belief system, wouldn’t it be more productive at some point to create a collage? A bit of Buddhism, a touch of Christianity, maybe some Hindu.

Part of the problem with spirituality, is that it’s  often used to mask a hole in a person’s life. Maybe an ex-lover that you can’t quite get over. Maybe a career path that didn’t quite pan out. Who knows.

This isn’t to say that everyone should blindly pick a system and stick to it. Giving thought to one’s own beliefs are important. Just try not to end in a weird loop where you are switching out spiritualities like they’re worn out socks. We all have to live by some code after all. Maybe there won’t be much meaning to the code, but what’s important are the actions based off of the code.



Failure to communicate, or a lack of understanding, is the root cause of many problems we face as individuals, and as societies. Relationship problems tend to revolve around a lack of communication. Issues in childhood that become hard to eradicate as an adult often revolve around communication. Racism? Definitely a communication issue.

When you communicate with either party of two groups who have racial tension, no matter how much tension there is, you don’t automatically assume they’d be so drastically different. Especially when, due to ancestry, they look alike. As an outsider to some of the conflicts, and feelings of certain groups it’s interesting to observe. Personally, it’s often a huge reflection of the people of my ethnicity and the ethnicities we share tension with.

Recently, on a quest to understand these kinds of issues, I started digging around. I’ve asked many of my friends and families about their perspectives. Without fail the issues seem to stem from some communication flubs. For example, if you asked a Taiwanese person, who historically look similar to Chinese people, “Are you Chinese?” they would of course, as they should, state that they’re Taiwanese. Of course, as an optimist, it is my belief that most would approach their rebuttal with  great understanding. No one wants to be called what they aren’t, right?  Now if you made it that far well then here, in my ramblings. is where the conflict arises.

Now if a Chinese person asked the same question, and the Taiwanese person answered “No I’m Taiwanese.” It often happens that the Chinese person says “Oh, it’s all the same thing.” Now that entire relationship is a bit suspect from the Taiwanese person’s perspective. This communication misunderstanding is remarkably common.

Taiwanese and Chinese people are the examples I used because many of my friends, and many people whom I questioned are Taiwanese. Realistically, this oddity in communication occurs throughout the entire world. In fact, the only places in my observation that it doesn’t occur too frequently are the United States, and Japan. India in relation to Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Indo-Caribbeans. England in relation to Ireland, and Scotland, etc. Theses are all places where the misunderstanding can happen, and often creates tension.

When one group feels dismissed, much like any one person who feel dismissed, there then opens a room for resentment to be created in the mind. Inevitably the resented don’t take kindly to resentment, and thus a vicious cycle is born. Yes this is a mere oversimplification. In every nation with racial tension, including the United States, there are plenty of factors at play. Economic standing, political beliefs, history, and plenty of other things cause racial tension as well. However, the misunderstanding, and lack of communication always seems to spark the fire.  Just my food for thought anyway.



Sometimes it’s difficult to see how similar we all are as people. Or more importantly, it’s difficult to take a leap of faith in believing that many of our differences are slight. Tony Robbins, though I’m not a huge fan, has a great analogy in some talk on Youtube about this concept. He explained that failure and success are not very far apart and used plastic surgery, and our perception of beauty as an example. Turns out that the difference between ugly, and beautiful ,as it pertains to the human face, is only two centimeters. This is what it feels like to have just as many Republicans as Democrats on your Facebook newsfeed.

Let me explain. It’s not that one side is pretty and the other is not. All of cable news can prove that dead wrong. What my point is, is that neither side is very different despite each side feeling truly unique. They argue exactly the same, and the emotions they use to belittle the other side, despite their beliefs being somewhat different, is exactly the same.

There is a concept where people grow their social network in a way that most if not all of their friends think similarly on ideological views. When many of my politically inclined friends post something, the comments section is typically a gigantic wall of agreement. Dissent is like this weird missing ingredient in progress. Everyone avoids dissenters, or usually dismisses them all together. Doesn’t progress need to be open-minded by the nature of its definition?

I’m not saying that you should go out and disagree with everyone, but maybe the truth is not necessarily the same as reyling on some piece of media to do all the work for you. If you truly care about an issue, maybe all angles should be considered. Maybe it’s a strange concept to try and see all the viewpoints. Maybe being the person who sorts out, and looks at all the viewpoints is lonely. People do tend to hate loneliness after all.



Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.” – Epicurus

If you ever have the opportunity to get swept up in an ambitious undertaking, there will be many moments where all hope seems lost. Thus is the nature of doing big things. You have everything to lose when you put yourself out there, but also have twice as much to gain. Being passionate means being vulnerable. This is just the way it goes.

Some say success is a ladder. Others say it’s a long curvy road. While success is definitively subjective, it seems to me from stories, and from experience, success is more like a giant set of stairs which you can only climb with your hands. If you fall down a ladder you are fucked. And the road analogy works, except that it doesn’t portray failure correctly.

Climbing stairs with your bare hands is difficult. And when you get tired, or falter, you’ll get stuck on those stairs. In that period of being stuck, you’re left to ruminate on your next course of action. What could be the problem? Money, random bouts of self-deprecation,  a familialcrisis, procrastination?

Problems are numerous and come in many different forms. In the problematic moments, you have to dig deep and find that initial spark of hope that got you going in the first place. Fuck if that is easy to do. Fortunately, it gets easier and easier every time. Then you end up crafting a method to finding that spark. It’s a horribly wonderful thing. But it only ever comes with refusing to give up. Hope is like that secret ingredient in a dish. Sometimes it just doesn’t seem to make any sense.

Goodbye, And Please Understand


This post is going to be somewhat unconventional, but sometimes that’s good.

My video gaming days are over. Essentially my fork in the road has been chosen, and some things needed to go. Regardless of my choices. video games were the best part of growing up.

It’s one thing to lose a loved one. That’s sad to the point that it shakes your existence. But to lose a man who is largely responsible for helping you, and many others alleviate your pain and suffering? That’s difficult to accept on a global level. Not to mention that, people like Iwata are a rare breed in this world.

As we get older, politics, gender politics, work politics, bullshit about politics our college professors taught us, and other worthless things seem to take up space. We callously criticize everything. We spew bile and hatred when misunderstandings arise, and most importantly we condescend to younger people.

Over the recent years, it’s been a huge letdown to be someone who still has an ear to the gaming community. There have been fights over nothing, there have been left-wing, and right-wing loons arguing over nothing, and there have been people raising pitchforks against a perceived “nerd culture problem”. Iwata said that all video games were just meant to be fun. Fun for everyone.  One of the most brilliant CEO’s of a video game company, and that is his simple idea of a video games intent.

Some like to argue over video games validity as art. Others argue that they’re a complete waste of time. More topically, many argue that video games and their culture represents misogyny. Wouldn’t it be brilliant if we could all for once just agree with the greats? Are any of these arguments going to do anything to proliferate fun? Dividing ourselves and letting the manipulators conquer doesn’t sound like fun, and it certainly undermines our own ideas of individualism.