“You don’t love me,” my father pouted playfully in Chinese. I was five, it was the summer of periodical cicadas, and we were at the end of one of our long summer walks investigating them on the neighborhood trees. Demonstrably hurt, he folded his arms and turned his back to me. “Yes, I do!” I [...]
It’s interesting the days I see myself as beautiful and the days I see myself as not. I am constantly reminded it’s not so much who is standing before me but with what eyes I am using to see.
You know all your own faults and frailties, yet you always want so much. Ultimately you need to go and do things to re-inspire and revitalize yourself. The horizon is always receding in art. Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music. – Van Cliburn Quoting Sergei Rachmaninoff
from Don’t talk to me about the Pursuit of Happiness. Happiness has become an overprivileged emotion. An overcapitalized emotion. It is no more or less important than what society teaches us not to feel. There is nothing wrong with Anger. There is nothing wrong with Sadness. Happiness is not gained in the editing out these [...]keep looking »