We know very clearly who we want to be; but very vaguely who we are. This is my ode to my chingus, the people who let me be me.
I’ve been there so often in my life that it’s almost become a horrible mantra in my head. That feeling of not being good enough for the people close to you. That feeling of being a failure to them. Of disappointing them with everything you are. Well guess what? Stop thinking like that.
When I began working in Korea three years ago, I didn’t know about the expressions “losing face” or “saving face”. I found out quickly.