On Southern Hospitality

I’ll admit, I haven’t had much time to experience the phenomenon I’m speaking about, but it was something of an epiphany to me, so I want to write about it anyway.

On the weekend after Independence day, our family made a road trip down to Nashville, Tennessee. The 4.5 hour drive wasn’t bad at all, as we have driven 17-18 hours (Philadelphia to Missouri) in a day. It was 2am Saturday morning when we arrived, and we settled in to sleep immediately.

Skipping over the events of the next morning, we arrive at Saturday evening. We were going our to dinner with my parents’ old friends. These people were incredibly kind, and you could tell just from talking to them that they were filled with a seemingly limitless amount of generosity.

We were leaving on Sunday morning, and as we were doing so I experienced something that has affected my perspective of life immensely. My parents were checking out while Raghav and I guarded the luggage. At this time, the two of us happened to be sitting next to an older man working away on his laptop. He seemed to notice us and took a break from his typing to have a conversation with us.

We talked for a short amount of time until my parents picked us up to head out. Right was we were leaving, the same man comes up and stops my mother just to tell her that he though we were very good kids. This struck me because that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done on my behalf. I was even more surprised because I didn’t even know this man’s name, and he had no reason to come up to my mother other than pure generosity.

This event was pretty important to me because something like that really just changes your perspective of the world. Just when it seems you’ve got people figured out, they surprise you. It reminded me that for all the evil in this world, there’s just as much good. These small acts make a big difference, and it’s people like him who inspire me to be a kinder person.

I don’t know if that man at the Gaylord Opryland Resort will ever read this or know how much his actions that weekend meant to me, but I want to say thank you, to him and all the other people who do these kind things without expecting anything in return.

My Issue With ‘Crazy Rich Asians’

WARNING: PETTY, VERY PETTY

Okay, let me get this straight, I have no problem with the movie itself. This is extremely frivolous, if you didn’t already get that vibe. I do not want to offend anyone, I just want to point out a misnomer.

So my problem is with the title (see, petty). The title ‘Crazy Rich Asians’ is kind of misleading. I’ve looked at the trailer, and so far every single person seems to be of one race.

Being Asian, I know that there is a wealth of cultures found in the most populated continent on the planet. However, in this film, everyone seems to be of a certain ethnicity (I don’t know which one and I really don’t want to offend anyone by assuming).

I’m really glad that an underrepresented group is getting recognized, but it’s not the best title. If you tell me that it’s about Asians, I want to see all types of Asian culture there. It’s like taking a primarily white movie and adding a single person of color in for a quick cameo and calling it diverse. Technically, there’s multiple ethnicities (just like they technically are crazy rich Asians).

Personally, I think that if we really want diversity, we need to represent everyone, not just a select few. I would be thrilled if I saw more movies where Kenyans, or Native Americans, or Indians (my people!) were able to play a central role.

Other than this, I really have no problem with the movie and maybe I’ll go see it. This is just something really small I wanted to address.

A Reflection on Bubbles

So yesterday my brother and I were blowing bubbles, which we haven’t done in a long time. It was a lot nicer than I expected, which made me sad. It is really sad that nowadays we are too obsessed with our electronics to really live. I mean, who knew that it was so peaceful to watch bubbles shimmering in the light.

Dog

The unique creature,

intelligent and bold

loving and protective

kind and beautiful.

Who rests with eyes wide open

while his master

sleeps in every comfort.

Whose joy fails to diminish

when he sees his family

no matter how long they’ve been gone.

Who dries any tears

coaxes laughter from the darkest situations.

Who brings some light

hope

and undying faith.

Who would stand by any one

be it a businessman

a sales clerk

or a drunken outcast

that they had learned to love.

Who will love when there is none to be had in return.

Who would go hungry rather than see his master starve.

Whose spirit cannot be seperated from his master’s even in death.

Dog.

Dear Adults

I am a young person growing up in this world. When I have the power to vote, it will be in the 2020s. If you have heard of the UN Sustainable Development goals, you know that when I am an adult, we will have less than 10 years to achieve these goals.

Why should you care? By the time it’s too late to do anything, your lives will be ending.

But ours won’t. So I’m asking for you to do us a little favor. Leave us something we can work with.

I am not asking you to fix poverty, global warming, gender inequality, gun violence. All I want is that you start on the journey. If you’ve heard about global warming, you know that there is a point of no return which we are dangerously close to. So what if every adult worked together to start a movement and pledge to lower our average global temperature by 1 degree Centigrade, by 2050.

Or we could tackle childhood hunger. What if every adult had a bin that they could fill with unfinished food? They could leave it outside and maybe a truck could come by and pick them up. So many families waste food that could be used to feed a starving kid.

Maybe we could start working on programs to end gun violence. We could help oppressed minorities around the world. These’s so much you can do, if only you try.

If you work with us, there’s so much we can do, but if you don’t, as a species, our days may be numbered,

Sincerely,

The Future