My father used to always say, “The Chinese have the right vision.” They were focused and driven, and getting better business than him. And then there was little me, listening and striving to fulfill his visions, and falling short almost everywhere. I sucked at math, couldn’t pick up chess, and now the cherry on the cake, I couldn’t find a job after college.
My shortcomings, of course, had very little to actually do with the Chinese and very much with the fact that I decided to become a writer in the middle of a terrible economic collapse, but my parents told me to follow my dreams. However, I am well aware that I am not alone, no matter how many times I am reminded of the Chinese and their vision.