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                 The Meaning of Life (Part 99)

       
I wrote something in my diary for the first time in 1972.  It was all in Vietnamese. Daily rambling-stream-of-consciousness by a seven-year old. One of my cousins told me years ago that he found it and somehow kept it to read after I moved overseas to America. He said he was inspired by it or something like that.

Growing up I was always a studious and serious young person. Top of my class every year in elementary school. Gotten all the annual awards, certificates, etc. They didn't have "Perfect Attendance" awards back in those days or I would have swept those for sure.  Never missed a day of school until my junior year in high school at San Diego. California, the Slacker State of the United States of America.  I just never thought about giving up or taking the easy way out. Of course it helped tremendously that both of my parents were teachers. The expectations were always there, you do what you are supposed to do. I was expected to show up every day, to learn, to do my best and to succeed. I  knew how to deal with failure too. That was the more important point I think. How do you handle mistakes and setbacks?  Writing was one of the ways I dealt with difficulties in life.

I read a lot as a kid, too. We all had to learn to read before we could write. I remembered mostly about reading for pleasure and not just the reading for schoolwork. And practicing handwriting. Handwriting is a lost art form. Kids today really miss out on the cursive writing exercises on an old school chalkboard or using an actual pen and ink on paper. The real thing and not some faux dry-erase board or digital stylus on iPad or tablet. Getting the black/ blue ink stuck all over your fingers and your clothes. That scratchy sound the pen makes on a piece of paper. The smell of the black India ink... Oh, the joy of childhood. To be young and carefree again. 

That brings it back to today's posting: the focus of writing this blog. Recently, I was missing that passion for writing again. OK, basically it was laziness, who am I kidding. The interwebs make us complacent individuals. Too much too fast too cheap too easy.  Much of it too good to be true. From now on, I am going to write about the things that I know and love dearly:

1. Head- whatever I'm thinking that day.
2. Heart- passion with a dash of humor.
3. Hands- art and creativity.
4. Health- running & exercise, because without health I can't do the others.

There you go. Random Daily Rambling from a 50-year old. Now in English. 

BAMF.  Bad Ass Mo Fo. 

I'm heading out for my daily run. Today will be RunStreak Day 564.
More about that later yo!