Aug 10, 2017

At thirty eight

I usually pay very little attention to my age and sometimes have trouble exactly telling it off the top of my head. Recently, however, I had a series of conversations that burned into my mind the number 38. Nevertheless, the immediate reaction was “so what?” I did not think of what to do with it or how to interpret it.

Although I still hesitate to make any general statement of getting older, I can at least compare my own thirty eight and twenties. The biggest difference is that I am better at identifying and working for things important for me. In my twenties, I really could not tell whether I wanted to cherish someone or be cherished by everyone, or whether I wanted to recognize something great or be recognized as great. Even after bumping into what mattered to me, I did not know how to take risks and dedicate myself to them.

Now, I am at thirty eight and lucky enough to have found a few things I know important and love to serve.

Aug 4, 2017

Unqualified to be helpful

In the early afternoon, one of the colleagues in the department asked me for some help on machine learning. I gave some advice and promised to get back to him with more information. Since I had some clues, I was confident of further help and naturally felt good.

A few hours later, a woman who I recently had got acquainted with called me and said she had to cancel the lunch next day. There was a quiver in her voice. While she tried to tell me the reason, I did not quite get it but learned only the fact that something terrible had happened to her. She hung up and I was left texting “Please let me know anything I can help you with. Please.” I knew that I was not close enough to be asked for any help in her emergency. The text message looked pointless and made me feel useless.

I must be prepared, think, and take actions in order to be helpful for those who I try to help.