Reading is good.
You should read a lot.
But don't read too much - or else you'll never have time to write.
After the teacher read the story about the polliwog who thinks he’s going to be a butterfly, she asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I hesitated, and said, “a bus.”
What I really wanted to say was “boss”, but I couldn’t bring the word out of my mouth. It wasn’t because I didn’t speak the language, but rather because I had learned my lesson from the poor polliwog: that nothing is more pathetic than the naivety of espousing the belief that you are destined for a greatness fundamentally beyond your reach. A bus is a silent, obedient, machine. A bus makes people’s lives easier and gets them to where they want to be. Such, I knew people would believe, was a befitting destiny for a girl like me.
I lied because I was uncomfortable with the truth. I looked at myself and did not understand how such a meek creature could have the gall to dream of her ideas glowing on the billboards of Times Square; how she could aspire to build legacies as iconic as the Empire State Building and as grand as Grand Central. I never told anyone about how I thought my spirit animal was a giant dragon, or how my best friend was an imaginary, teenage, CEO from the year 3000 who travelled back in time to meet his favorite historical figure (which was me). I was so deeply ashamed of my stubborn simplicity for fixating on cringe worthy ambitions that had no place in my life, that I made it my mission to annihilate them before they consumed me.
If you want to be as successful as a white man, you have to be as extra as one.
"Risk averse" is what they call her -
She was taught to be perfect, not brave, they say.
But when she speaks, she is not just speaking for herself,
When she raises her hand in class she is not just right or wrong:
She will always be her, and her who raises eyebrows; who somehow made it this far despite the odds, who turns the head of every man in the room because she is different, she is brilliant, she makes you want to know her - impressive.
Or her, and her who takes up space; who wastes time, who shouldn't be here - who only made it into the room because of affirmative action or whatever, or maybe because he was interested in her, and that's the only reason she's allowed to stick around.
It's funny then, to think that;
for it seems to me that every risk she takes is risking more.
ON LIFE'S PURPOSE
My life was great. Other than the occasional bankruptcy, disappearing dad, chronic family illness, and relocation between continents, I never had anything to worry about; I was healthy, my family was alive, and I was all set to go to college. But on Wednesday, July 6th, 2016, everything changed.
Niantic’s Pokémon Go had just hit the iOS app store.
On that day, I gained a new purpose in life – to be the very best, and to catch ‘em all.
Do something stupid every day.
Do something that scares you.
Just make sure the stupid thing is different from what it was last time -
Otherwise, you're just being stupid.