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二兎を追う者は一兎をも得ず translates to — One who chases after two rabbits will not even catch one.

Japanese Academy

7 Japanese Concepts I learned today:

IKIGAI: Discover your purpose in life. Find something that you love, what you’re good at, and what the world needs, this would lead you to a fulfilling life.

KAIZEN: Focus on small improvements each day rather than trying to do everything at once. This approach leads to lasting success overtime and motivates you to take the next step.

OMOIYARI: Be mindful. A concept of empathy and compassion, where you anticipate and care for others’ feelings and needs, fostering harmony and understanding.

HARA HACHI BU: Stop eating when you’re 80% full, rather than stuffing yourself with food. This mindful approach will increase your energy. This concept is rooted in the idea of balance and self control.

SHINRIN-YOKU: Literally “forest bathing”, emphasizes the therapeutic effects spending time in nature it encourages immersing oneself in the sights, sound and smell of the forest to reduce stress and improve well-being.

WABI-SABI: Appreciation of imperfection. It values simplicity and beauty of the natural cycle of growth and decay often accepting things as they are, rather than seeking to make them flawless.

SHOSHIN: Approach every task with a curiosity and openness of a beginner, as if it is your first time doing it, which encourages ongoing learning and growth without assumptions.

Namaste.

There is nothing so uncertain than a sure thing

Scotty Bowman

This was 3 days ago.

At Crunch Fitness near Yerba Buena.

A guy in his early 60s pointing at the T-shirt I was wearing that time asked politely, “Do you know what the symbol is that you’re wearing?”.

Baffled. Surprised. I told him, “Oh! It’s buddha. Aaahh… they’re eyes of Buddha”. He went further to ask me, “May I know where you’re from?” to which I said, “I’m from Nepal (as we exchanged smiles).”

He added, “Oh! I went to Kathmandu (pronounced: Cat-man-do) one time and a guy told me that the nose in the shape of a question mark indeed entails — Question everything!”

I was like Wooowwholy Couu!!

Well, regardless of if it’s true or not.

The weight of the word does have a substance.

I remember returning home gratified thinking I learned something so powerful, and utterly useful that day!

Question Everything?

Namaste.

Sometimes you just need to be selfish and take care of you. If they love you they’ll understand.

Robert Tew

I cry.

I cried last week as I was speaking with the reminiscing scent of the old shit-holes, the dark hardships,.. those ugly shit-storms I went through at a very early age.

Purely, purely driven by the hunger for a better life.

I wasn’t a big-shot in grades.

I wasn’t a perfect son. Don’t know if I was a good-enough brother.

But I for sure was selfish. I wanted to become the best version of myself in my own eyes. I cared less about the rest.

I still do.

For nothing came to me on a silver platter.

Not ever. Not today. Not anything. Not anytime.

Those small decisions I had made in my tiny brain since I was barely 15 years of age.

Those evident but unbeknownst mistakes I walked into because I had nobody teaching me shits.

My parents and guardians were busy putting off the fire that I had ignited (every now and then) . They never, never asked why I created one in the first place. I wish i was wise enough to ask the question myself.

Those pressing moments of deprivation, confusions, the feeling of being imposter albeit my resolve to do my best.

Those late night and early morning prayers I had started after the earthquake of April, 2015.

Those judgmental eyes for my inadequacies.

Those helping hands right just when I needed them.

In all sincerity, only if it were not for the books I picked by pure accident. If it were not for conversation with one-or-two genuinely good souls and finding out more about people I ought to listen to, or read from and follow through; I don’t know what would’ve been of me or the trajectory of my life –Whatever it means.

Namaste.

Hard work is personal.

~ Musicpervs

I didn’t go to my graduation on June 21, 2023.

I wanted to.

I didn’t.

My contract was ending. I was not feeling good.

I didn’t even write the Musicpervs post last week. Couldn’t gather myself. Couldn’t think straight.

That was out of my hand to have an offer in-hand before the contract ended.

It was out of my hand that the contract was ending.

But It was in my hand to give my parents, my sister — their deserved graduation day.

I stole their moments away from them.

Mum cried because I think she felt I was going through a lot and I am missing on one of the most important moments of my life.

In my mind.

Yes, I really worked hard for my Masters program. Sleepless nights. Stressful classes. Anxiety triggering exams and the preparations. The Projects. Presentations. Meditations. That Joker’s bathroom dance music I used to listen to every time when I had to show up for the exam. All of it! I lived through them, I suffered through them.

Framing them in mere handful moments does not essentially encapsulate everything. Does it really?

In my mind.

Hard work is never ending.

Hard work is the process.

Hard work is the way of life.

Hard work is personal.

In my mind.

I’ll hurt myself more by celebrating my past at expense of my future.

In my mind, I wanted to keep my promise that I made to myself that unless I have an offer in hand before the graduation I won’t attend!

I utterly feel selfish for stealing my family’s thunder; their moment and I did admit it to my mom.

She cried some more.

Namaste.