When it comes to achieving the goals that we set for ourselves, knowing what to do is rarely what holds us back.
‘The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle’ was my gateway drug into reading. It gave me the chance to get lost in another life. It made me introspect about my personal convictions, aspirations and the story I wanted to live out. It allowed me to find joy in...
시작이 반이다: well begun is half done
We all have our flight path screens. Events that we’re waiting for and goals we’re trying to reach faster.
Asked by a few friends to share the people and writing that have most influenced how I think and act, I've compiled this short list of recommended reading which will hopefully provide you with a few rabbit holes to fall down.
In cases where feedback is more like a signal from Mars than an echo off the wall, we can be led astray by sustained silences as we pursue efforts that only see benefits over the long-run.
In the past two weeks, I've published a total of 0 posts...
The abundance of choice doesn't have to be a problem. More information and more options open up more possibilities for us to pursue. We just have to change the way that we approach them.
This is an excerpt from my weekly 3 x 3 newsletter: 3 new ideas to incorporate into your life, 3 pieces of content to check out and 3 quotes to think about.
Up until this point, I’ve always hated giving advice. When asked for my opinion from friends and family on the choices they were making, I often took the non-committal route of redirecting questions back to them and avoided making a recommendation on what they should or shouldn’t do.
Imagine you're a doctor. The doors to the ER fling open and in enters a stretcher carrying a patient whose lungs are in critical condition. Medication isn't working and the best solution would be to transplant a functioning replacement.
Perfectionism is a trap. It strings you along with its promise of achieving an attainable end. It tricks you into thinking that your efforts will bring you to the light at the end of the never-ending tunnel.
The philosopher David Hume described our minds with the metaphor of a theatre - one with an ever-changing cast of opposing thoughts and perceptions.
Like many of my other Asian friends, I grew up learning to play the piano. It was just one of the facts of life that every Thursday after school I would attend lessons, play for an hour and come back home. A default condition that I never questioned.
It was the early afternoon and I was strolling without purpose along the river near my house when my eyes landed on something across the water that made me pause - a man skipping.