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A birthday wish

Hello friends!

This month, I turn 28.

Less than 3 years ago, I quit my job in the high tech sector to pursue a “foolish dream” that many well-wishers warned me against. That leap of faith into the unknown has since turned my life into one crazy adventure that has me scrambling to keep up. Who could have guessed that one day, clients would be flying me all over the United States, and to places like Laos and South Korea and the Dominican Republic? (Perhaps South Africa or the Amazon one of these days? Yes??) Or that on a semi-regular basis, strangers would approach saying they’ve heard all about me, and that I’ve been a major inspiration? (Flattering and very, very humbling at the same time.) Or that “Junshien Photography” would quickly evolve from a one-man operation, editing late into the night, into “Junshien International Photographers,” with a small but growing team of creatives spread around the nation? (Well, we still edit late into the night, but that’s besides the point. =P)

I’ll be honest. Despite how good things look on the outside, some days I feel like I’m still trying to figure things out as I go, still putting pieces of this plane together while it’s flying a thousand miles an hour. Plenty of mistakes have been made along the way, and I have more than my fair share of “I can’t believe I screwed this up again” moments. Whenever I read about those who have gone out and done great things, I’m always humbled at how much more I still need to learn and grow.

But even with all the blunders and successes of the past few years, I know that the next several years–decades, even–are going to blow everything out of the water. There is a saying by Glade Byron Addams: “Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.” I fully intend to continue living out that relentless, unflinching pursuit of the extraordinary life, and to help others find and chase their dreams too. My friends, for those of you who have come along for the ride, I’m warning you that this adventure has barely begun, and there are still a great many dreams and goals waiting to be pursued!

And so here is my birthday wish:

Some of you have been my friends for over a decade. Some of you have been following my blog for many years now, even before I knew I wanted to become a photographer. Some of you took the chance with me when I was barely starting out in my craft. Would you please leave a memory in the comments down below? No matter where this crazy journey of life takes me, I never want to forget my roots. I never want to forget where I have come from, the early struggles, my amateurish attempts at trying to find my voice, all those halting, baby steps that need to be made before any leap can occur. It could be a memory of how lousy I was as an engineering student. Or a conversation we had about how scary post-college life would be. Or the time I asked you for advice on how to use Photoshop. Or that one time I was so excited about some picture I took with my point and shoot, but you thought it was just alright. Or … well, pretty much any memory that you think will keep me grounded. =D

After this is done, I’m going to print it out and save it. And years from now, whenever I need to be reminded of where I’ve come from, I’ll have your memories to thank.

So please leave a comment! A sentence, a paragraph or two, whatever. Thank you, my friends! I couldn’t have made it this far without your support. :)

“I remember when …”

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Update: Wow, thank you EVERYBODY for all your wonderful messages. I had expected maybe only a couple dozen comments, but you guys blew me away. I’m very touched by what you’ve written, and I’ve read every message at least twice. Thank you so much for being a part of my life! I know I’m better off because of you. :’)

How to be a superhero

A friend recently reminded me of this blog post I wrote back in 2007. Reflecting back, I was a little shocked to realize how much has changed in the world and in our lives since a mere 2 1/2 years ago. But whatever the circumstances, I strongly believe that our internal identities are just as relevant and important in today’s world. Here’s the entry, pull from the archives and dusted off:

How to be a superhero (and my commitment to you)

My hero of the day… is this five year old kid.

A five-year-old boy dressed in a Spider-Man suit became a real superhero in Brazil when he saved a baby girl from her burning home.

While playing in his back garden with a friend, Riquelme Maciel spotted smoke coming out of the wooden house’s windows and ran to tell the baby’s mother, Lucilene dos Santos. But Ms Santos was too afraid to enter the blaze, so it was down to young Maciel to step in and save the day – he rushed into the burning house and grabbed baby Andrieli from her cradle.

The Fire Department Chief Jose de Macedo praised the boy’s bravery, and much like his hero Spider-Man, Maciel became the talk of the town. His face made it to the cover of all the local newspapers and he no longer needs the red and blue costume to be recognised.

Maciel said he is now dreaming of becoming a fire-fighter so he can save more lives.

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How did this kid end up doing such a brave thing, with no thought of his own safety? “Don’t cry, don’t scream,” he told the mother before dashing in, “Because I’m going to save Andrieli.” I wonder, if I were only five, would I have done the same thing? Would you have done it? Do five-year-old boys have a less developed sense of danger compared to most adults? But less developed or not, do not most children inherently know the dangers of fire?

Perhaps part of the reason why he was able to step in to save the day was because that’s who he is, that’s what he does. When children play–when they put on a pirate hat and sword, lay out the tea set, put on a stethoscope, pick up a toy gun–they immediately become a pirate, a lady, a nurse, a soldier. They enter another world, and their actions and words reflect their internal understanding of who they are. (Many of us adults have thankfully never lost that childlike imagination!) So when Riquelme dashed into that burning house, he was simply carrying out his identity: he’s Spider-Man, and Spider-Man saves people. Don’t cry, don’t scream, because I’m going to save Andrieli.

The rest of us are much the same way. No, we don’t go around wearing superhero costumes, and we don’t really think we’re Spider-Man, but we do live out our lives acting upon our internal identity. The dreams we end up chasing or putting aside, our attitude towards our boss, the way we treat the waiter and bellboy, our decisions to live life on the edge or to stay with what is “safe,” how we handle trials in our lives–we are really just acting out who we view ourselves to be.

I recently read an article that said pessimists are actually more objective and realistic. Chances are, the project really will fall through, that girl really is not that into you, good things in life really don’t last forever, traffic really is going to make you arrive late. On the flip side, optimists live under some degree of self-delusion. We optimists often think things will get better regardless of external evidence. Yet it is often the optimists who are the most successful in life. Why? Because they possess a certain internal reality, and they live their lives based on that. It is the law of attraction at work–we are, in a sense, able to bend reality around us according to what we believe to be true about ourselves and about the world.

I think many aren’t living a victorious life because they don’t see themselves as winners. Many have acquiesced to mediocrity punctuated by occasional moments of happiness because they have accepted that as the way life is–and who is to argue with that? Yet look at the story of this little boy dressed in a Spider-Man costume. As the fire chief said, the boy shouldn’t have done that because saving people from fires requires a trained crew and special equipment. Fair enough, but if Riquelme had waited around for the fire crew to arrive, the story would have ended with the death of a 1-year-old baby and a heartbroken mother. I’m not recommending 5-year-olds go dashing into fires, but the truth is this: We first have to be a hero on the inside–or a winner, or a leader, or a maker of friends, or a fillintheblank–before we can be a hero on the outside. So: what kind of person do you want to become? And is that who you are on the inside? What is stopping you?

In other news, here is my commitment to you: I have always wanted to fly, but I’m not going to become a superhero–I’m going to become one of the best. :D

The other day Hanson Fong–one of the best and last remaining Classical Photographers–asked me, “How old are you?” Twenty-five, I told him at that time. “Good,” he said. “Try to get old fast.” He didn’t explain much, but I knew what he meant. Since early last year I have been trying to absorb as much as I can, learn as much as I can. I can’t really explain it except to say that I feel like there is this strong-flowing river in me, rushing through me, pulling me to a destination I know I’m eventually going to get to, and so I’m trying to get there as soon as I can. The journey has only started, but it’s been the most incredible experience so far. A few years ago, I never thought that any of this would have been possible.

What I especially find encouraging is that every single one of the photographers I have studied under–all of them among the very best–are still taking workshops. They are still learning new things, still honing their craft, still seeking to become even better. I want to always be like that. I don’t want to ever be so satisfied with my work that I’ll say, “I have learned everything there is to learn. I can kick back now.”

This year I have spent over $6k in education. I’m going to continue doing that every year, putting aside a portion of my income for exploration and self-development programs. Why? Because I’m going to be one of the best. And I know that on the inside. :)

Who are you on the inside?

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My wife will be the most beautiful woman in the world.

A little more than two years ago, when I was standing in the company President’s office explaining why I was quitting my job, I told him: “I’m going to become one of the best wedding photographers in California!” Quite ridiculous, huh? But I genuinely believed it with all my heart. Somewhere along the way, I had picked up this silly conviction that if I set my mind on something, it will come to pass. Maybe it’s a positive can-do attitude, or maybe it’s just foolish naiveté, but there are very few aspirations I believe to be beyond my reach.

On my ever-growing dreams list: Go scuba diving in the Great Barrier Reef, take part in the bull rush in Spain, see the Aurora Borealis in the far north. Can I do it? Why not! Study cooking under a gourmet chef? It’s just a matter of finding time. Book a $10k wedding package, be published in a national magazine, watch my inspiration Jingna do a photoshoot? Probably all within a few years. Spend 3 straight weeks every year living in a foreign country? I could probably start right now, if I really wanted to.

All these, I intuitively know will happen. Afraid to dream? Not me!

But then a couple weeks ago, something unexpected happened. I was working on some personal development homework, and the assignment was to imagine what my “perfect life” would be like. Section 1 started off with marriage and family, and so I wrote down the first thing that came to mind:

My wife will be the most beautiful woman in the world.

And then … I stopped writing. My fingers froze, and I had to push myself away from my desk. I literally couldn’t continue, because out of somewhere, I began to be afraid.

In the last several years, as I’ve started to see my dreams become reality, I’ve become more bold, and my dreams become bigger. Yet when it comes to relationships, a part of me had been unconsciously holding back, not daring to hope for much. It seems a little ironic, considering that my clients are couples who are so wonderfully in love. But I suppose the fear had slowly built up over time as I’ve witnessed example after example of failed relationships. There are so many couples out there who spend years together, only to break things off because they were going no where. I have friends who I once thought were a perfect couple, but suddenly out of the blue, announce they are getting divorced. One of my heroes in the wedding photography industry just separated from his wife of 15 years. It was so sad because barely a year ago, as I saw the playful banter between the two of them, I had thought, These two were meant for each other! Their personalities seem so well balanced, their complementary skills seemed to fit hand in glove. But all that came to an end.

All relationships start out full of hope and love, with that intense and inexplicable attraction binding two hearts together. But the vast majority never last long, and very few make it to the altar. Of those couples who do end up getting married, close to half result in divorce. And for the rest who decide to stick it out, love–the very thing that started it all–has long been lost. Precious few are able to fulfill their vows of “I promise … to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

I have an intense aversion to the ordinary life, and for the most part, I have been able to get away with it. But when it comes to love … will I be able to buck the trend? Will I be able to have that coveted life-long companionship, where love and respect deepens as the years go by, and the flame–though it may waver at times–never flickers out? I had not allowed myself to hope.

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We all have dreams, you and me. Most dreams are the ones we entertain for fun, with no serious chance of them coming to pass, and no serious plans to attempt anyway. A few dreams are the ones where, if fueled with enough passion, good ol’ fashion hard work, and a big dose of luck, will cross that boundary between dream and reality.

Then there are those quiet dreams we are afraid of voicing, those hopes we don’t dare express aloud, because once we do, it becomes real, becomes something solid enough to be smacked down. These dreams often seem so insurmountable we might as well be trying to climb Mount Everest. “Don’t be silly,” we’ve been told enough times growing up that it’s been ingrained into our psyche. “That’ll never happen.” And so we’ve been conditioned to lower our expectations to what seems realistic, and tell ourselves to be content with that. Why set our hopes so high that we’ll be disappointed again? But often times, these are the very dreams that are closest to our hearts, and in some ways, to deny them would be to deny an integral part of who we really are.

Why dream for the impossible? My personal philosophy: life is too short to settle for the mediocre and the easy. Take a look at the lives of those who have made it beyond all odds and listen to their stories–they were reaching for the stars while everybody around them was trying to play it safe. There is a part of us that hungers for what they have done. And if you were watching the winter Olympics several weeks back, you would have heard story after story of Olympians who rose out of poverty and extenuating circumstances to overcome the odds. No, we are not all meant to be Olympians or live epic lives worthy of a Hollywood blockbuster. But we all have our own personal Everest to climb. Will anything bad happen if we don’t attempt the mountain? Not at all. In fact, most will spend their lives passing off the mountain as a fancy. But very few will take a deep breath, acknowledge the very real possibility of failure, and at the end realize, “I have to climb this. I’m going to do this.”

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Several days later, I finally finished the assignment:

I will be married to the most beautiful woman in the world. I will be her biggest fan, and she will be mine. We will fight occasionally, but our love and respect for each other will be far deeper than any pride that keeps us apart. The sex will be mind-blowing; our connection will occasionally reach psychic levels; and our adventures will be numerous and crazy enough that we’ll have to write a book for our grandkids. We will bring out the very best in each other, and together, we’ll be UNSTOPPABLE! We will count ourselves to be one of the luckiest couples alive …


Your turn:
Spend some time this week to quiet your heart. What are your dreams? Not the obvious ones. Not the ones that bubble close to the surface. Look deeper: what are those quiet hopes you have hidden deep within? I’d love to hear. Feel free to share in the comments section down below, or in the facebook re-post.


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