My first three mentors in my life were my Grandmother, my Mom, and my Dad. They never took their time to actually sit down with me and lecture me about what a meaningful life is and what one must do to live it. They probably felt the lack of talent or lack of desire to put their life experience into words. As you may have noticed by now, I am a black sheep in the family.
All my life I struggled because I could find no single properly written book that would elucidate how a man should handle the mess of life, so somewhere along the line the inception of an idea to challenge the status quo was seeded in my head.
I must give credit to my parents. They did something priceless that I think every parent must do for his child: they filled our home with books. I am forever grateful to them for fostering the love of reading in me which allowed me to figure out many things by myself. My parents taught me reading at the age of 2 and I never stopped since then.
When I asked my Mom where the kids come from at the age of 6, she pointed her finger at the shelf with 3 thick volumes of a medical encyclopedia. This is how I enlightened myself on the topic of interest accidentally discovering a plethora of terminal diseases that scourge humanity along the way. That was Mom’s way of educating me.
Whenever I asked my Dad, he had the same reply: “Go ask your mother.” He then would always bring new books home on the following day. He had his own vision of parental education which was setting an example and punishing when the borders are crossed. His major is seismic architecture. Simply put, he is shaking buildings to make them earthquake-resistant. I guess the dry technical language engineers use have partially conditioned his antipathy for long conversations. It’s a shame but we never talked much.
My Grandmother is a Doctor of Science in Chemistry. Some lecture hours and she would be a professor; however, she had always more interest in science than people. She always felt in the lab more at home than with us. Her fanatical love of chemistry predetermined the choice of my major.
I am a third-generation Korean. My Grandmother was a little girl when she was deported with her family from the Far East during the Stalin regime in 1937. She graduated from Moscow State University with a golden medal, got married to my Mom’s father who was also a Candidate of Medical Sciences and relocated to Almaty, Kazakhstan — the city where I was born and raised. As you may have guessed, we all speak Russian.
My parents are old school. They were born and raised in the USSR, they are atheists, both completed their higher education. Most of what they know about life they figured out by themselves so I believe it was only natural for them to think that children must learn everything about the world first-hand.
I include this short insight into my background just to give you an idea of the prerequisites for many of the thoughts that follow next. Also, I wanted to make my book slightly personal so that we both could feel more connected. First, I’ll share what my father taught me.
Thank you for reading my book “Meditations of the Millennial”.
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