Forward

My deepest gratitude to those who sustain and support me through this writing journey. Thank you mom, your love, hope and faith means the world to me. Thank you sister, your discernment and insights sharpens me. Thank you my brothers in faith, my burden you carried kindly and gently.

Helmets On

I do not claim I have any solution to "fix humanity", "fix the west" nor do i possessed the various domains of expertise to even begin to do so. The commotions began as I wanted to just find the right words to my observations. I am well aware of my own limited context, upbringing and biases which I would detail them for your reading as well. Tread with caution and grace.

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1. Hundreds of Unfinished Attempts

Hundreds of times i tried to write what you’re about to read, Each time a new unfinished essay, a new poem, new song; observations that breaks my heart. Each time it infuriates me as much as it fuels my passion to crystalize my thoughts. It haunts me, taunts me, like low hum sizzling on a steak that's only searing.

“The west has lost it ways.” “The infidel deserves their consequences.” “Smash the patriarchy!” None of them ever really sit right with me, somehow.

It's a fight to get my thoughts out in words. Never been the wordy kind. English started as a way for me to embody my emotions more. My Cantonese could never.

Yet these phrases and how the West coins things to it's absolute subjectivity and form sometimes just… Feels like they are blowing air into a balloon and making the movie Up, passing around these things as if they hold any weight.

I hope my writing can give you more than my observations - but inspire you to seek and dive deeper, introspect the nuances with a grounded spirit in life that gives you more patience, kindness, peace and grace.