I initially intended to blog to make tons of money. That didn’t pan out well, so I’ve changed my goals to things more manageable. For one, it’s a tool for me to survey my mental fortitude at the time of writing. Posts tend to get depressing as I go through rough phases of life. Otherwise, it serves as a tool to memorialize my life.
Recently, I’ve realized my writing skills are decaying. Forcing myself to write helps to sustain what I’ve built up in my undergrad years. But this is all in English, and does little to help with communicating in Chinese. Truth is, the vast majority of my family only really speaks Chinese. Isn’t it ironic that the children of immigrants gradually lose the language that connects them with their roots?
I’m glad there are others who voice this opinion. I hope your rest is peaceful.
