Not Good Enough
For my girlfriend,
who broke up with me.
For my father,
who was waiting to prove me wrong.
For this country,
which backed me into a corner and gave me so few options.
As the final chapter of my academic journey approached, so did the expiration of my authorization to stay in the U.S. The job market seemed barren, leaving me feeling like a ship lost at sea. I once had an anchor - my ex-girlfriend - but she had sailed on, leaving me alone to navigate the murky waters of an uncertain future.
I believed that daily gym sessions would amplify my self-esteem, but each time I met my reflection, a sense of worthlessness stared back. The gym was nothing more than a distraction, a mirage of self-improvement, much like the countless nights I spent immersing myself in the world of markets.
Caught in the monotonous cycle of a night shift job that no other college student would touch, I stumbled upon an exhilarating lifeline: trading. It became my beacon of hope, my escape route from the mundane.
In forging my own destiny, I dared to breathe life into the extraordinary visions that once danced in my schoolyard daydreams.
This was my grand scheme. Yet, the plot twisted when I plunged my entire year's tuition into an investment and watched half of it evaporate in an instant. So, there I was, back in the gym, wrestling with the weights and my self-doubt, determined to validate my worth.
I found myself at the lowest point in my life, feeling isolated and out of options. The prospect of returning to China and facing my father's smug "I told you so" loomed over me. I would be forced to return to a place where individuality was stifled and conformity was the rule. In America, I had the chance to carve out my own unique path.
But even that opportunity seemed to be slipping through my fingers: I was single, penniless, and on the brink of financial ruin after my father cut me off. With no other alternatives in sight, I decided to take a leap of faith on one last venture. If it failed, I'd have to sell my car and most likely return to China. But if it succeeded, just maybe, I could build the life I had always envisioned for myself.
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In China, this kind of curiosity was frowned upon. Teachers preferred compliant students who followed the rules without question. Word of my unconventional thinking spread, and parents began to caution their children against my influence. They feared I might lead their kids astray. This was the spark that ignited a flame of defiance within me; a flame that would later fuel my journey into the world of trading. But let's not jump the gun...
Despite my rebellious spirit, I wasn't the worst student in school.
With my father back home, life got harder. As with most traditional Asian families, we all had certain roles to play and expectations to meet.
Like the time my friends and I built a new garbage can, which automatically recognized if something was recyclable or not. It was a great idea and it worked well. But nobody - not the teachers, nor our parents - cared, because it didn't make money or would help us get into a good school. I grew more and more frustrated. Nobody seemed to care and nobody wanted to listen. All they wanted was for me to listen to them and do as they said.