The only constant is change

Last night, while I was up doing nothing, I was actually watching a bunch of TED talks and in particular I really enjoyed these two:

Now, you don't have to watch it, so I'm going to give you the main conclusion (or what I gather) from these two videos. From the first, it is that we should embrace the hard choices in life because they give us the opportunity to decide what kind of person we want to be and become that person. Easy choices are obvious, but hard choices require to weigh-in your values and prioritise what is important to you.

and the second video;
The illusion of the end of history
Basically it is that as humans it is far easier to examine ourselves in retrospect than to imagine our future selves. We always think that now is the time when we have fully matured and we will never change anymore. We think that we are our permanent selves. I found it interesting because I think that's really true (for me at least?) but I'm looking forward to the changes I'll make in my life in the future. I wonder how my values or priorities or outlook on life or favourite music or favourite activity will change.

One of my favourite quotes from that video was "when people say that they can't imagine how something will be in the future, they're really talking about their own lack of imagination" (or something along those lines)


But yes, it's actually been a helluva journey so far and I think that's what's so beautiful about life. Up till last month I never would have imagined cutting my locks off. I think they provided me with a sense of security because I always thought (vain as I am) that my face is really huge and I could never do short hair. I always associated my long hair with femininity and prettiness. But somewhere along the way I really wanted a change. Call it impulsive, but I had a sudden #yolo moment where I just wanted to SEE what I'd look like in short hair because truth be told, this is really the first time in my life I'm voluntarily cutting my hair so short.

(Side story: The first time I had my hair so short was in primary 1 because I was in CCPS and they didn't allow girls to have long hair unless you were a dancer. I cut my hair short, but I didn't like it very much and since then my mom wrote letters pretending I took ballet classes outside so I could keep my hair. The other time I had my hair short was completely by accident. My hair had grown so long it was up past my waist so I really wanted a trim, so I wanted to cut maybe 2 inches off my hair. My hairdresser took it upon herself to get rid of all the dried, split ends and I ended up with hair that was way shorter than I was mentally prepared for. That was in... 2009? I swore after that to never ever ever cut off my hair. but hahaha look, now I cut it all off. and after a recent perm in february too.)

I guess in secondary school or even JC I never would have imagined that I'd try to exercise regularly either. It's still a work-in-progress, but I want to be fit and love myself. I want to keep the body I've taken for granted all my life and stay slim, but not through starving myself (because I love food).

I've also been trying to eat more healthily in an effort to clear up my acne (it really works by the way- I know it might be me growing older too, but I think purposefully adding veggie and fruit into my diet has helped it stay a bit calmer). Speaking of which, I haven't had fruits today, perhaps after this I'll go on and scavenge for some fruit.

I would like to think that I'm self-aware; and while I like the person I've become, I really want to work towards being an even better person. Set aside all these high and lofty notions about how I'm so mature now, take whatever comes my way in my stride and just try to grow from it.

Ok.

I'll talk about my holidays another time. But here's a photo I really love :)

Writing is so therapeutic.