The Most Special Ones

Sejin Ahn (she/her/hers), Low Entropy Volunteer Writer

 

When I was young, there was a lot of conflict between myself and my older sister. Despite a six-year age gap between us, we were constantly against each other because it seemed like we were on two different planets. Of course, that does not mean we have never gotten along well. When our family gathers, my parents often talk about how happy they were hearing myself and my sister giggling from the bedroom. But, as we grew up, we ended up fighting very often.

 

One of the most common factors that put us on a battleground was injustice. My sister is allergic to various types of foods. So when our family ate out, my sister was the one who had the power to decide what to eat. Although my favourite food was seafood, I was always forced to go to a restaurant that did not have seafood options, just in case my sister had an allergic reaction that might turn into a severe problem.

 

In Korea, older children are often pressured to concede a point to younger ones in an argument. My sister said she sometimes felt pressured to give up on an argument she had with me because our parents asked her to do so. One of the typical examples of this was when we would go to the hospital to have regular examinations. Both of us were scared of going to the doctor, just like other children who think of a hospital as one of the scariest places on Earth. Neither of us wanted to have the examination, so my sister and I always argued over who had to go first. These arguments mostly ended with my sister seeing a doctor first, because our parents asked her to do it. In such a situation, my sister felt like our parents cared more about me than my sister. Even though they asked her for understanding on that point, she thought it was unfair. 

 

Many people think a conflict or rivalry between siblings will naturally disappear as they get older. It might be true for some people, but it never worked for my sister and me. It was a fact of life to us. Even worse, our conflicts became more complicated, involving psychological factors.

 

As we got older, we were exposed to tons of different situations that the other sibling never experienced, which developed our own personalities quite differently. One day, all our family members gathered around a table in the living room to have a conversation. At that moment, a documentary about children spending a lot of time on digital devices was being played on television. Right after the narrator pointed out how bad it was for their health, my sister suddenly brought up how I was addicted to watching television when I was young, and how it negatively affected my eyesight. Since my parents were very sensitive to our health, I felt like she pushed my buttons by bringing up an unnecessary topic at a table. However, it turned out that she never meant to pick a fight. 

 

Recollecting my childhood with my sister, I realize that our rivalry played a developmental role. It helped us figure out each of our unique characteristics and explore what was special about us. In other words, it taught us how to live with each other in harmony, no matter how different we were.

 

I admit that I was a child who always wanted to be the most special one to my parents and be treated preferentially. However, our parents love both myself and my sister the same. There were only a few unique factors and situations that made them treat us differently, and that helped us understand how to accept others.

 

It is true that, as a human being, it seems to be impossible to avoid comparison. Sibling conflict and rivalry provide us with an opportunity to think about how comparisons affect us. This is because we grow up together, and we usually spend a good deal of our time together. In this sense, I think it is very important to turn sibling rivalry into a chance to learn how to resolve conflict. This way, you will be better able to coexist with others.

 

 

My name is Sejin Ahn, and I’m from South Korea. I am currently studying communications and publishing at Simon Fraser University. I love looking at the world from diverse perspectives!

(looking back to believing forward)

RCP, Low Entropy Volunteer Writer

 

A long night’s road trip. This is called life.

 

We have no recollection of when we began riding, but the facticity of it is peculiar and beyond doubt. This is called our condition. 

 

In this drive under nightfall, most of life is hidden mystery. Our headlights and taillights brighten a small area immediately around us, but darkness shrouds most of the path and we are unsure of its size and nature. This is called uncertainty. 

 

We’re often caught looking in the rearview mirror, trying in vain to straighten the road behind us in its dim red light. This is called regret. 

 

The trip cannot stop or pause, and behind us lie irrecoverable scenes of joy and people we don’t know anymore. This is called grief.

 

Sometimes we glance over our shoulder and think of the times when the road was smooth and beautiful. This is called nostalgia. 

 

Whatever it is behind us, it was done as best as it could be, and we are better off to not even bother to look at it. This is called acceptance. 

 

The beam of the headlights reveals to us but a small area in front of us that is continually moving forward, yet always in the same place. This is called the present.

 

That which lies ahead of the light is completely concealed. This is called the future.

 

Our journey has given us bumpy road before and we know not if we can stay on track the next time. This is called fear.

 

The road doesn’t go on forever, and we know the car will eventually break down, despite the sweetness that the path is paved on. This is called despair. 

 

The road has been smooth behind us, and even though we must drive slowly when it is bumpy, the nature of the road is to vary in its evenness. This is called hope. 

 

The car only moves forward and does not pause for our sake. This is called fate.

 

We concentrate on what our headlights reveal to us and let the future take care of itself. This is called faith.

 

 

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Why Didn’t Anyone Tell Me?

Linda Ng, Low Entropy Volunteer Writer 

 

As a young adult growing up in a confusing world, I believe I’ve finally mastered the art of living. I am no expert. But my journey to self-improvement in the past few years has taught me more than I’ve ever learned during my school years.

 

I’m here to share them with you today. Your age should not impact your plan of action. It’s never too late to keep improving yourself and moving forward.

 

See the World

I typically travel about two-to-three times per year, usually one long trip accompanied by a few shorter ones. I understand that travelling isn’t for everyone, especially at this point in time. But I believe there are valuable benefits you can reap from seeing the world, beyond lamenting about lost luggage or delayed flights. Seeing how other people live, encountering different cultures and meeting new people are priceless experiences that will support your transition to adulthood and allow you to grow. Check out the beautiful glaciers in Iceland, run through beautiful tea fields in Japan or visit a famous museum in Europe. Through travelling, I’ve learned to be humble and appreciate what I have. The knowledge and memories stay with you for life.

 

Live Alone

When I was in university, I lived at home. I did not learn to be independent until I got married. Living at home was perfect. There were no meals to cook or kitchens to clean. I just studied. In doing so, I gave up the experience of learning to be independent. It’s a crucial skill that I neglected to learn until much later in life. Living on campus at a university is a golden opportunity for you to train and prepare yourself. Because there is no one to rely on, you’ll find that you’ll learn new skills much more quickly. Sure, it’s tough to fix a broken kitchen appliance or figure out how to pay your expenses. But when you look back, you will be glad you trained yourself. 

 

Equip Yourself

Young adult years are often the best time to equip yourself with the ammunition you need to get through this often cruel world. You have all the time in the world to prepare yourself and learn to handle what life throws at you. No one teaches you about mortgages or how to haggle over a new car lease in school. You won’t learn about household repairs or budgeting. These are real-world skills that you need during adult life. You have the time and energy to acquire these skills when you are young.

 

Take Time Off

I’ve always regretted not taking time off between graduating and getting a full-time job. The expectation for me was to land a job after graduating from university. As I look back at my life, there is no doubt that I made a mistake. Except for paid vacation days, you don’t get time off work. Where is the time to travel or to do other things? Once you secure that permanent full-time job, you might see yourself working until you retire. We spend our most productive years earning money. When we retire and try to address our passions, we often run out of time and energy faster than we can replenish them. Whether it’s to travel or to learn more about yourself, taking a year or two off after graduating is a great way to figure out the plan for the rest of your life. I wish I did that.

 

Investing and Saving

I’ve only begun dabbling in investments in the past few years. I’ve always shied away from it, confused about the jargon and complicated charts and numbers. What did EPS and P/E ratio mean? I had no idea and wasn’t motivated to find out at all. As life went on, I came to a point where I started to think about retirement. I certainly did not want to be penniless during my retirement years. I began researching information about RRSPs, TFSAs and the stock market. The more I learned, the more ignorant I felt. Investing can generate an additional passive income that grows while I’m sleeping. I realized that I should have been investing years ago. 

 

Work During School

I came out of university debt-free, which is somewhat of a miracle. How did I do it? I paid for all my textbooks and tuition because I held down a part-time job during school. When I wasn’t studying, I was working. Hearing about students who are thousands of dollars in debt after graduating sounds like a nightmare. I avoided that nightmare by making sure I paid my way through school. It’s one of the best things I’ve ever done.

 

Venturing into the adult world is something you’ll experience much faster than you think. I’m hoping some of these tips will facilitate a smoother transition. Is there anything you’d like to add to the list? Leave a comment below to share your thoughts!

 

 

My name is Linda and I’m from Canada! When I’m not writing, I enjoy travelling, playing badminton and spending time with my pets. I have a strong passion for self-improvement and mental health topics. I’m hoping to share that with you here at Low Entropy!

Long to Stay

Max Rodriguez (she/her/hers), Low Entropy Volunteer Writer

 

This has been the trickiest, most weird year I have ever had. So many things I used to believe in for my whole life were suddenly not what I expected. I could honestly write a thousand blogs about everything I had to go through when I moved to Canada, but today I just want to share my perspective about my experience growing older, becoming an adult, and experiencing the world as it is for the first time.

 

Do you remember when you were a kid and wanted to become an astronaut? Maybe you wanted to be a veterinarian because you loved puppies, or maybe you played soccer with your friends every day to be just like your favorite player. Then you probably learned about computers and all you wanted to do was to be a singer, or an actor/actress, or I don’t know, change the world?

 

My career assessment stopped at this point, I suppose. My whole world was drawing and taking pictures, so that had to be my career, right? An artist. Well it is my career, it’s all I know how to do and the only thing that makes sense at this point in my life, but I had my doubts.

 

I grew up in the beautiful city of Bogotá, Colombia, but it is not common for people to think that it is a good place to live in. Not many people love or respect my hometown, and for a long time neither did I. My dream was to become a filmmaker in this perfect city called Vancouver. In my last year of high school, I found out I was very good at math and that I loved science. My heart started to long to stay in my small and simple life, and I guess that if school had finished a week after, I wouldn’t be writing this. But my 17-year-old self was drunk with power. She wanted to leave and be surrounded by this big industry’s air, she wanted everyone to know her name, she wanted to be busy and prove a lot of things to a lot of people.

 

Two years later, after taking my leap of faith, I learned the meaning of the word “burnout.” I was extremely lost, tired and lonely, and I didn’t know who I was anymore. All I could think about was going home, hugingging my mom, doing stupid things with my friends and never hearing the word “Vancouver” ever again. I was so scared, all I knew was that I wanted to get into college, but I didn’t know what to do after it. Wait, are you telling me that my grades are worth nothing? That graduating with honors doesn’t open doors? That all the people who I helped in college are just going to move on without me? Are you telling me that people are not going to give me the jobs I’m applying to? That student loans must be paid?! That I must get groceries every time I run out of food?!?

 

I couldn’t handle it. I went straight back home, leaving everything behind.

 

But then I was home . . . and two years had passed without me. My room wasn’t my room anymore, that delicious ice cream I used to eat all the time tasted like butter, my allergies came back and the medications I used to take for them made me sleepy again. Mom was busy with my sister, my friends were hanging out with their new friends, passing cars didn’t stop when I was crossing the street and . . . I realized I wasn’t part of their lives anymore. This wasn’t 2019, it was 2021. I was not the person who left two years ago. My place was in that city I hated because of all the pressure I put myself under . . . all my hard work and burnout would be worthless if I didn’t go back. 

 

Then I started watching a series on Netflix called Maid and I realized that this is what life is about, breaking and building ourselves over and over, until we know how to handle it. Until we learn how to cook our lunch, until we know how to handle rejection, until we figure out how to accept ourselves and our lives. It’s not supposed to be easy . . . it’s supposed to be what it is meant to be. We’re supposed to fall until we learn how to fly, and I guess it’s about living as many experiences as possible so we can share them with people and maybe encourage them to keep going, cause maybe, just maybe . . .

 

What we need isn’t what we want, and you just must find out by walking a few uncomfortable steps further.

 

 

Max Rodriguez is a Colombian and Canadian who is an unstoppable artist with a strong passion for filmmaking.