How many among us actually put in that many hours pursuing one thing?
Yet studies show it takes that much practice to master a skill or a trade.
That long to promote ourselves to the rank of outlier : Bill Gates coding skill, the Beatles smooth performance etc…
Today marks my first 10,000 views of this silly blog, which I started as an experiment, to see if the Recession would break or make me as in Hemingway‘s Farewell to Arms “the world breaks them all…but we remain strong in broken places”.
I started blogging when I was married, until I am single again for two years.
It remains my focal point and commitment. To fail time and time again, and stand up if not standing tall.
I am sure the Beatles learned this lesson. They put it in the lyrics of My Sweet
Guitar Gently Weeps “with every mistake, we will surely be learning”.
As adults, we shy away from trying out new things, meeting new people and going to new places.
We take the path of least resistance. I have friends who keyed down the karaoke coding for their song list, and started to punch them in while the rest of us fumble through the dirty pages of its song book. Apparently these people just want to stay within their range and comfort zone.
I understand the fear of the unknown. I am living it everyday: from motor-biking on the streets of Saigon, to meeting new faces.
I often found relief, culturally, when going indoor, air-conditioned and culturally conditioned (English-speaking, pipe-in music, and preferably with a menu I can order from without hesitation).
The American part in me must be the true Quiet American, seeking and embracing the Third Force.
Neither here nor there. So sometimes, I escape to my cocoon.
Expats who came here from the Philippines, Singapore and America express similar sentiments.
They are a bit homesick. Like during this time of the year. White Christmas and Oh Holy Night.
It gets cool here but not winter cold. I still put on my shorts and T-shirt, sandals and helmet.
Perhaps it will take a total of 10,000 hours of coming back and living in Vietnam for me to hone my survival skill.
People seem to go about their daily lives, not in quiet desperation, and certainly, not constituting “the lonely crowd” as David Reisman puts it. I hardly came across news of lonely people commit suicide over Christmas holidays as I had read in the States.
On Christmas Eve, in Saigon, people just pour out onto the streets, taking souvenir photos, in front of major hotels (using their decorations as photo-shoot background) and go to the church (Notre Dame du Saigon). The sacred and profane intersect that night like an annual eclipse.
It’s known as Noel, after the French. And well-off families would gather for Reveillon mid-night dinner.
Now that part I can relate to. The feeling of in but not of it, alone in the crowd, celebrating but not belonging.
Something significant takes place in those hours, of the crowd pushing but not hurrying, dressing up but not showing off.
Just logging in another year, an hour or ten hours toward that something called life experience.
Now that I have put down my humble and jumble thoughts, being viewed for more than 10,000 times, I hope I can detect a pattern. Some of you are also lonely, but not to the point of desperation. It’s our Christmas and Holy Night.
Someone important is joining our party. Might not “tenu de soiree”, but wrapped in peasant cloth. To the trained eyes (the 3 kings), it’s a phenomenon. But to us, commoners, our instinct tells us it’s an event not to be missed. Cut through the noise and clutter, we might find the gem. No matter how you view Nativity, Christmas is here to stay. An excuse for us to affirm our humanity and to be validated. Yes, you are still here. I am still here. Mistakes and all. 10,000 hours to go. Starting now. We’ve only just begun. With baby steps. With starting point in the manger or manager office. As long as we don’t lose sight of that child-like fearlessness, of trying out new things, seeing new faces and learning a few more lines of poem, of lyrics or famous motivational quotes.
The intent of 10,000-hour grunt is not to discourage us. It is rather a reinforcement and affirmation for us to keep trying and fail, instead of fail to try. ( I know the difference between this and the definition of insanity). Persistence is fumble after fumble without losing enthusiasm, says Winston Churchill (I have just learned this quote today). Merry Christmas to you and yours. Never stop trying.