Living (a true story)


At some point we find ourselves faced with an important choice; to believe in ourselves or not. It’s a choice only we can make.

A true story

When I was two years old, I stepped foot on the shores of America as a Laotian refugee of the Vietnam War, thus beginning my odyssey to find my place in the world.

Feeling like I didn’t fit in was terrifying.

Suffering through traumatic experiences as an only child resulted in “maladaptive coping strategies”. But the wounds are healing, and I’m getting better, man.

* * *

Some of us have been told, either directly or indirectly, that who we are, and the things we care about, don’t matter, or at least don’t matter as much as some other things. We’ve been made to feel, through social conformity and peer pressure, that we don’t know what to do, what to say, or how to be.

It doesn’t help to pretend we’re something we’re not, trying to fit in at all costs. It also doesn’t help to pretend we’re less than who we’re capable of being.

One, it doesn’t solve the problem, and two, it sends the wrong message.

We need to believe in ourselves, and be true to ourselves, which means knowing who we are, through and through. We need to live a true story.


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