Philosophical Closure

I am cresting the hill of a philosophical closure in my life.

I am left with little to ponder; I am grabbing at gaping thoughts making mountains out of molehills to find there's nothing to the basis of it and the philosophical exercise neither benefits me nor my time. At the age of a quarter of a century, I possess the mindful arrogance of a 50 year old, dispensing advice and direction with the sweeping confidence of a 15-year-old. Although I feel I have earned the experience of my advice and the practical knowledge to apply it myself, I have neither the credibility to dispense it nor the trust from others. It is a dilemma I inflate to occupy my mind at this point, at my philosophical closure.

I have sealed my thoughts on the subject of omnipotence. What would someone omnipotent do when faced with everyday situations? Having infinite knowledge, would they proceed with upmost tact, or would they result with the same shortcomings as everyone else? They would have a benefit of experience and knowledge, and those around us who seem most knowledgeable and experienced, and draw on it, seem omnipotent and valuable for giving advice. But, omnipotence cannot predict the future, nor can it reduce uncertainty. The randomness of multiple factors coinciding with individual will reduces the effect of the insight of omnipotence, even compromising the best of knowledge and experience.

I now think about something more tangible; what can an average common person do to be come extraordinary? How do some people distinguish themselves among common people? My interest is not in the elites or their power structure, but the everyday interests or everyday people. Maybe class divisions are definitive, necessary. Class mobility is possible, but is it necessary to move to the elite class from the common or popular class when becoming political?
More on this, maybe, later, maybe.


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More about work and finding myself

More about work
I'm the first english kindergarten teacher for foster children at the largest and oldest chain of schools here in HK. The children are hectic, but it's to be expected from children who haven't parents. It's humbling and aggravating. It's tough at the end of the day, but I know I need to get over the tears and grasp their situation and be the disciplinarean and teacher and guide their English learning. With caring, love, patience, and consideration. Their smiles help. Alot.

Last Thursday there was a launching ceremony of the program, with mentionable notables in the do-whats and do-ers of the Hong Kong scene.

The English teaching conundrum has me stuck. There isn't much else I can do. My cantonese (though astonishly good now for someone here for 8 months, writing too) is not good enough to get a job, nor are my other skills (need Masters) to earn something different. But the job is a great job to set me apart from the other English teachers here. I'm with a well-established institution, with the freedom to develop my own curriculum with pay that's good enough for part-tiem work that still allows me to devote time to learning Cantonese.

Finding myself
As of 3 weeks ago I found my self. He was walking home in Diamond Hill (local), after coming home from work in Causeway Bay teaching English (foreigner), staying here beyond his initial stay of 3 months due to birthright inherited from his mother (CBC).

I'm like a kid in a candy store finding it hard to choose what I want to take from either side and culture to describe myself. Or all of it if I like. I've decided not to pigeon-hole myself, but only to satisfy the interests of others. I came here as a [foreigner], I have the benefits of a [CBC ](Can'n-born Chinese), and I live like a [local]. Perspective is key. Some look as that as spreading too thin, or a conflict of identities. I see it as three exciting layers to a cake. And I get to eat it too.



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