The Two Paths to Happiness And The One I Took

We portray ourselves differently in public than in private because it is a necessity. We have to conform, to some extent, to society because then we become a part of it and we feel accepted. That's a really good feeling: when other people give you their attention because you are relatable to them in some way. It's actually one of two path's towards happiness. The other being happy with one's self.

You are happy by yourself if you listen to the music that YOU like, and you laugh at the racist jokes that YOU feel are not crossing the line, and you watch the YouTube videos that YOU want to watch, and you do the solitary hobbies in the time and manner that YOU want to. 

This can last for a while, but then you get lonely. You start to wonder what your friends are doing. To quote Soko: 

Long time no see. 

Long time wondering 

What you were doing 

Who you were seeing

You grow restless because you need someone to talk to. It is an aspect of human nature to be social. It's what allowed us to evolve as a species, but for the individual it can be either a quality or a deficiency, depending on how you look at it.

So there exists this balance between pleasing yourself and pleasing those around you to get them to accept you which pleases you. As you can see, the first route is shorter but much more difficult and lonely.

Personally, I have been able to trod the first path basically my entire life. Thanks to my wonderfully supportive parents, bless their hearts, I was able to always go back to their support instead of trying to conform to my friends who had quite different world views than I did. I spent a majority of my childhood *alone* (meaning with family or really just by myself.)

One one hand, that solitude allowed me to explore myself. I experimented with hobbies. I tried different books, then I realized I didn't like books too much in general and moved on to YouTube videos. For school projects, when we had to work in groups, I was naturally demanding and instructive since I was used to doing things the way that I had done them. This of course resulted in me being a director and the other kids being puppets, but since I did most of the work, I felt it was justified. I was bossy, but the group's project (usually a video since I like making videos (something I learned while exploring myself(and yes I did put parenthesis inside of parenthesis inside of parenthesis which shows you how much I do things my own way))) was unique and stood out from the usual sample of other projects.

I could not, however, laugh by myself. I can't just start laughing when I'm watching a video or doing something by myself. So I was tempted to join niches and communities by seeing other kids laughing together. That didn't always go well. We connected during school, and I was invited to birthdays, but I was rarely invited on non-birthday occasions outside of school. Even after I moved from Louisiana to Texas, this trend continued.

Well, to be fair, Texas was a lot friendlier. I found people who were just as quirky and weird as I was, so it was much easier to find people to connect with where I didn't have to conform much. High school was even better since that was when I joined extra-curricular activities. Those experiences bonded me with people like nothing else. Regardless, the no-meeting-outside-of-school trend was not changing.

I had a lot of friends, but they were all in their separate groups. Nobody knew as many people as I did, but consequently, I was never part of a particular group of closely knit friends. I don't know if this was a natural process or if I did this to myself, but either way, the void between me and these groups seemed to be growing wider. Now I wonder if I've dug myself into a hole that is too deep for my to climb out of. But that doesn't mean I won't try.

I've lived my whole live trotting that first path. Now, I am going to try the second path. I'm going to download every social media app I hear. I'm going to join every WhatsApp group and add everyone on Snapchat. I'll try this out and let you know how it goes. Whether the first path or the second is more successful in achieving happiness.

P.S. Since sophomore year, though, this has been turning around. Some things in these past 18 months have been.................unique.................and they have made me really happy. But it's too soon to tell you. =)

What Makes Great Art?

As a filmmaker, its hard to come to terms with the fact that your audience will most definitely miss some of the purposeful details that you put in, and so you try to make each one glaringly obvious. But then, you make it too easy for your viewers; the flow of information is too slow. Sometimes in fact, people still don't get the picture. So, you must instead challenge your viewer to the brink of misunderstanding. You make your film such that the limit of transfer of information is not limited by the speed of the video but by the comprehension of the viewer. This allows for (brace for cliche) each person to interpret the message of the video for themselves. Ugh, glad that is over. 

And isn't that what great art does? Each time you re-watch the video, each time you re-read the book, each time you revisit the oil painting, each time you re-listen to the song, you have a new perspective of the art based on your emotional state and your new-found life experiences. You see something you didn't see before. The art is still relevant; it is still meaningful to you. 

That is why time-less literature like Romeo and Juliet, The Scarlet Letter, and The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, authors like Tolstoy, Hemingway, and Dumas, artists of the canvas like Da Vinci, Magritte, and van Gogh , musicians such as Luis Armstrong, The Beatles, and Beethoven , and last but not least the post-modern video creators for instance vlogbrothers, TheThirdPew , and the gloriously amazing itsamemyleo (my personal favorite) have been and will be great works of art, great creators of art, that transcend generations of peoples and teach morals, tell stories, and express emotions that are relevant not to one demographic, but to the human that is in all of us and in each of us.

Why Is TFIOS A Good Story? Part 1

***TFIOS SPOILERS***

Metaphors

The reoccurring cigarette metaphor is a good example of storytelling because it shows how Augustus's opinion of himself progresses throughout the story. At first, he sees the cigarettes as something he has power over; this stems from his inherent desire to control his own destiny and to make something of himself. Later, when he tries and fails to buy the pack of cigarettes at the gas station and Hazel has to save him from his infected g-tube, it shows that Augustus no longer has power over the cigarettes because he can't even buy a pack without someone's help. It is symbolic of him deteriorating, weakening, and losing his grip on life. In his last days, Augustus hates his body for limiting his character which is contrary to the control and confidence he felt in the beginning. Nonetheless, he still fulfills his inner desire to leave a legacy by writing the sequel of An Imperial Affliction to Hazel. Though he doesn't end his life as the hero he imagined himself to be, he becomes a hero to Hazel and an inspiration as a person who loved with all his heart till the end. 

In addition, Hazel compares herself to a grenade because she believes that she will leave a deep emotional scar on her loved ones once she inevitably passes away. The metaphor of a grenade is a good example of storytelling because it highlights how death is so sudden (like the explosion of a grenade), how death affects everyone that is close to the person (like the people close to a grenade), and how death leaves emotional scars that take an extended period of time to heal (like a grenade leaves gashes and deeply penetrating wounds). However, because Hazel had a near fatal visit to the hospital but survived, she is able to see what is it like the be the grenade. At the same time, Gus is the first of the two to pass away, so Hazel also gets to feel like the person hit by the grenade. This is a fantastic example of storytelling since the reader is able to see both sides of the situation through the very intimate and personal perspective of Hazel.  

Foreshadowing

John Green makes extended use of foreshadowing which build suspense and keeps the reader guessing. This makes for an engaging story and builds emotional attachment. For instance, although this isn't mentioned in the movie, as Hazel and her mom come to pick up Augustus for their trip to Amsterdam, they overhear Gus yell, "BECAUSE IT IS MY LIFE, MOM. IT BELONGS TO ME." This outburst foreshadows that something isn't quite alright with Gus which turns out to be his cancer recurrence. 

In addition, during the actual flight to Amsterdam, Gus and Hazel make a conscientious effort to synchronize the playback of their movie, but Gus's movie starts a couple of seconds earlier which is both symbolic and foreshadowing of the fact that Gus will pass away sooner than Hazel.

Conclusion

These are just some of the examples of good storytelling techniques. I have personally reread the book three times, and each time, I notice more and more minute references and links between seemingly random additions to the story. That's what makes a good story a good story: it gets better each time you tell it.

 

The Isle of Man TT

The Isle of Man is a small, self-governing British Crown dependency on an island between Great Britain and Ireland. It is famously known for hosting the most prestigious motorcycle racing event in the world: annual "Isle of Man TT". 60.7 kilometers per lap. Speeds of up to 180 mph. And most bizarrely, the track is composed of normal public highways that have been temporarily close off. Enough chit-chat. Let's watch the footage. I recommend skipping to 2:30 for this first video.

Why I Study Computer Science

I would like to believe that I study Computer Science because not that many people do. I think to myself that if I can learn how this supernatural machine works then perhaps I can wield its power for the betterment of mankind. Perhaps I can build a solution that helps people do something they thought was impossible before. To borrow a phrase from "The Imitation Game": It's the people that no one imagines anything of who do the things that no one can imagine.

Humanity

Computer programming makes us more human. As paradoxical as this sounds, it's true. Code is written to help humans accomplish their mundane and repetitive tasks much quicker so that they can move on to more intelligent and creative undertakings. Likewise, coding is an inherently social experience. A single coder won't get very far towards making a worthy project but a team of coders can accomplish great things. Each person specializes in their own skills so that each aspect of a program is programmed to perfection to create a profound user experience. Code is written by people, for people! 

The AP Computer Science Class

AP Computer Science is a difficult class. The concepts are abstract and hard to grasp. There are no turning cogs, no visuals, no observable steps. Everything about Computer Science is encapsulated into a big black box. You type in some code, and the computer spits out a result. That's it. What goes on inside the computer as each line of code is evaluated is up to your imagination. But that's the beauty of it -- everything is up to your imagination. You can simulate anything you want in a computer. The extent of how much your code can make an impact is solely dependent on how far you will push yourself. No one can say it is easy, but no one can say it is impossible.

Flexibility 

Because of the flexibility in code, problems can be solved in any way that you wish. There are no right answers. The efficiency of the code is measured by how effectively you can transcript your thought process into a program. There is a lot of freedom in how a programmer can accomplish his/her task, so this provokes an intuitive thought process. You don't have to copy someone else's way of solving problems like the steps to graphing a polynomial function. Instead, you already understand you own train of thought, so each successive step in solving the problem already makes sense to you since you made it up.

Resources! Boundless Resources! 

There are tons of places for sample code that you can examine and even use for yourself when you hit a roadblock. Moreover, there are often entire libraries and frameworks of pre-written code that can give you a leg-up on your project. This is just another testimony to how all code can be built upon to achieve bigger and better programs in a faster, simpler process.

Conclusion 

Programming, coding, computer science, or black magic. Whatever you want to call it, it is taking the world by storm. There is literally not a single reason to resist learning to code. It is the way of the future. It is the inevitable destiny of our species. Code is written by people, for people! =)

How to ALWAYS Be Productive 24/7

Foreword

I, by no means, ably completely to the advice I am about to state, so take head that I am not judging nor blaming nor commanding any of you reading this blogpost, lest it be the most hypocritical series of characters known to science. In fact, so much hypocrisy in one document has been known to cause black holes in the space time continuum, so take all that is written below with a grain of salt, nay, a  bucket of salt, nay a Russian arctic oil tanker's worth of solid NaCl.  

Main Idea

The reason we are "unproductive" is that the activities we choose to do in our free time do not accumulate to a learned skill or lesson. I will attempt to explain this phenomenon with my own experience.

A Personal Experience

In 8th grade, I would come home everyday after school, plop onto my bed, and watch several episodes of a YouTube gamer. The videos were only 20 minutes long (which didn't seem as long back then but it's an eternity now). I would watch one, and since the related videos were just a tap of a finger away, I would watch 2 or 3 at a time. I did not have many of the games that the YouTuber had, so I felt that I was playing the game right along with him without actually having to buy the game. 

Eventually, I noticed that I was indeed spending A LOT of time watching videos. Then, I realized just how much time everyday I had spent to this fruitless activity. The videos didn't make me laugh; they didn't teach me anything; they didn't accumulate to anything.  In fact, I wasn't even making the YouTuber any money since I was watching on mobile. Thus, I resolved to unsubscribe from all of my gaming subscriptions (all 7 of them, and that's a lot). 

I found that my grades had improved, and I was getting a lot more sleep. I was performing better in sports thanks to the new found rest. However, most importantly, I felt good about myself because I was making much better use of my time.

Moral of the Story

Make your "restful" activities something you know is useful. It is very difficult to start because you have to work hard. And it is always easier to just sit back and absorb entertainment. But eventually, you will become invested in the thing you started, and you will want to do it more and more. You will be using the same principle of addiction in your own favor! Also, a good idea is to distance yourself from "poisonous" temptations as far as possible. Delete YouTube from your favorites bar. Block YouTube from even showing up in your browser. Put a limit on the time you spend on your social media. You know deep down inside that these things are not contributing anything positive to you; it's just the temptation on the surface and a little but of laziness that is blocking you from taking action to make yourself a better person.

Excerpt From My Short Story

I am writing a short story for the Creative Writing Club at my school. It's a SciFy narrative about a woman who is implanted with alien DNA that gives her telekinesis (the ability to move objects with her mind).

Here is a short excerpt:

I wake up in a solitary confinement cell with 13 gun barrels orbiting my head and a dark silhouette speaking through a muffled mic, "We come in peace. Teach us your ways and we might spare your life." A droplet of water trickles down my cheek. Not a tear. Saltwater from my waterboarding. I follow it down to the 3 inch thick,black, copper wires wrapped around my electric chair, the same chair that has my elastic underwear already melted to it from the voltage that they passed through me which coincidentally would have been able to power New York for a winter. The only reason I was still alive was that I, unbeknownst to my captors, had been telekinetically moving the electrons of my torture away from my heart so as to allow my pacemaker to continue to pump the 3 liters of blood that were left in my body. The other 2 were already staining the floor and chair.