An old
Xanga post.Wednesday, April 19, 2006, titled "Let's be honest with ourselves."
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"I wonder how I became so ordinary.
There once was a time in my life where I thought I had it all. I was so busy, breathing seemed like another chore. I was busy working to become a doctor. I was working to achieve the vision that God gave me at Urbana '03. I was working to get into a good college (and here I am) and become the greatest pediatric cardiologist... ever. My life was set. I was good to go. I was at the top of my game.
As I reflect on my three years here at UCLA, I can't help but feel so small and insignificant. You realize you've transitioned at the top of the game to the bottom of the pool. There are people that are, freakishly enough, more over-achieving than you were. If you don't keep swimming, you remain in the deep end of the pool. What happens?
Since I've stopped kicking, sure enough, I'm still at the deep end of the pool. I'm not saying I'm dissatisfied because I should be a part of every single organization on campus. I'm not saying I should be everywhere and do everything. Sure, there have been moments where I want to do everything. However, I wonder why I've become so content in doing very little in the past three years. My world shrank into something that only allows my family, friends, Stroke Force, and my professional future to safely remain. I am glad that those things are the primary focus of my world...
but I realized I've become so jaded. Yes, that's what it is. What is it that I'm working for? Am I focused more on the financial security or my passion to do God's work and help the world? Am I attracted to feeding my appetite for the worldly benefits of becoming the best at whatever I end up doing? Where are the children from that vision? Why is it that when I think of the future, I don't see any children? Why am I hungry for being a somebody in the eyes of the world and not a somebody only in the eyes of God, even if I become a nobody to the world? I disgust myself.
Maybe it's not just me feeling jaded. Maybe somewhere along the line, I lost sight of my passions and dreams. My eyes have shifted on the prize. I still have my passions, but now they do not seem to be manifested in my daily efforts as a student like they were used to.
I read my journal from first year and back then, I was bursting with passion. No matter how defeated I felt, I was constantly resisting. I knew what I wanted, I knew what I was working for. My passion was for kids. I studied thinking about kids. I studied thinking about God. The grades only discouraged me so much.
Honestly... yes, I admit, I do feel defeated and disappointed by the fact that I'm not pursuing medical school at the moment. I was so proud for wanting it so bad for a good 15 years of my life. Now, I am surprised (at myself) for taking risks and exploring different options. Still, I feel incomplete. Everything's risky and insecure. It's very unlike how I would like things to be. Everything's up in the air.
I love how God redirects my heart back to how it was when I first decided to become a doctor. I love how God reminds me of everything I felt when I felt convicted to do long-term work for Him. I love how I'm constantly reminded (thanks, G).
No more being jaded. No more thirsting for worldly pleasures. I know it is when I have redirected my focus to where my passions lie, I will find true joy. I'm bringing it all back to where and how it started. Even if it takes me years to get there, I'm not giving up.
Don't worry, I'm still pursuing fashion design right now (this is what starts to confuse everyone). I love fashion and it's worth giving my best. I'm going to do my best. Regardless of whether I become a doctor or just continue being a designer or whatever, my life will be for God's use. My life was designed for purposes greater than my own fleeting ambitions.
Kids, I'll be there soon.

First stop, Cambodia!"
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And an even older post from my original Xanga account. Saturday, October 8, 2005.
"I usually avoid writing about anything serious, because I don't normally write about serious stuff, but just felt like writing some thoughts while waiting for my laundry to finish.
When is the time that I begin to accept that things are never going to be the same? When people ask me, "Oh... don't you just wish you can freeze time so everything will remain the same?" Of course I do. Isn't that the result of contentment?
It does help thinking that in the end, I will be a better, stronger, developed person than I am now. All the choices (whether I feel at the time they're right or wrong) and happenings of each day lead me in a certain direction, and though at the time it doesn't seem like it's for the better, somewhere in the back of my mind I am comforted by the fact that it really will turn out for the better. Everything is for the better. Ultimately, I will embrace and love the end product of all of my life's joys, hardships, and challenges. The process is so gradual, yet I fall into the constant temptation of thinking that it isn't for the better, that I can have everything that I want now. That as long as life is how I want it right now, that's all that matters.
I am so human. I want everything for the now. I want everything now. Selfish, isn't it? Then I realize that I lack the patience for life and God's crazy plans to unfold. It's all unfolding slowly, but it IS unfolding.
While I am impatient, I also feel very anxious and excited. Excited to see the person I will become. Excited to see and experience more than I can ever imagine. Excited to go to places I've seen on TV or in magazines. Excited to see all my dreams come true, no matter how wild they are.
That, my friends, is how I am going to live my life. I'm diving straight into the depths of my wildest dreams... with my eyes closed. I have no idea where things will take me. And that's scary, but I'm sooo excited. Excited for tomorrow, a brand new day, to come."
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Currently: reflecting.