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1. I AM : Being patient and peaceful for my current life.

2. I DO : Learning Japanese (pass JLPT N1 Test in one year) and developing advanced skills in data engineering/python.

3. I KNOW : Dive deeper into self-awareness and the adventure of life.

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Practice climbing at least once every week. (Stay active, build resilience, and embrace challenge through sport.) 

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Spend at least 30 minutes on Japanese language practice every day. (Build a solid foundation in the language and honor the beauty of learning.)

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Meditate for 10 minutes each morning. (Start the day centered, fostering mental clarity and calm.) 

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I took a solo trip to Rome. In the middle of the night, I sat alone on the stone steps of the Pantheon. It was silent, vast, and solemn. Seagulls circled above the dome, while homeless people and partying young people were scattered around. A street musician played the violin. For a moment, I was deeply moved—this temple, standing for two thousand years, had embraced all of us. Did the ancient Romans look up at the same sky as we do? Did they also feel small yet infinite? Did they also wonder about the fleeting nature of life and the endurance of the world around them? In that moment, time seemed to collapse. The past and present coexisted—not in grand monuments or history books, but in the simple act of looking up. The Pantheon, unchanged in its silent watch, held us all, just as it had held countless others before. And perhaps, for a brief instant, we were not so different from those who came before us—just human, searching for meaning under the same endless sky. 

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Before I started my solo trip, I was filled with worries. The questions kept running through my mind: Is it safe? Will I get too lonely? The thought of being alone in a new place made me nervous.

But now, looking back, the trip turned out to be an experience I will never forget, and I fell in love with solo travel. The loneliness I feared didn’t come. Instead, I found a kind of peace that only comes from being by yourself. I became more attuned to my surroundings, my senses heightened in ways I hadn’t expected.

There’s something magical about the quiet moments, when I was just wandering around Rome. It was in those pauses—the ones where no one was around, where I could just breathe—that I felt the city more deeply. I started to notice things I might’ve missed if I were distracted by a group or lost in conversation. The sun hitting the ancient stones, the sounds of footsteps echoing through narrow streets, the smell of freshly baked pizza—each moment felt so real, so vivid. Solo trip gave me the chance to really connect with the place, to observe without distractions. Being alone wasn’t lonely at all; it was freeing.

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This week, I posted about my experience finding a data-related job as a fresh graduate in the Netherlands on RedNote. I shared the struggles I faced, the interview process, and some tips on crafting a good resume. I didn’t expect it, but the post received a lot of positive feedback! One student even messaged me asking if I could help with a paid 30-minute job search consultation. She asked me many questions and it really made me happy to know that my experience could help someone else. It got me thinking maybe this is something I could explore more in the future. Becoming a career coach sounds interesting, especially once I gain more experience. It’s exciting to think about helping others find their path, just like I’m figuring mine out.

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This past week has been a whirlwind of snow, speed, and pure exhilaration. Every day, I woke up at 7:30, ate a hearty breakfast and then skied for 6 hours until my legs burned. With my instructor and group, I went from a complete beginner to confidently gliding down blue slopes in just 5 days.

The ski resort in the French Alps was breathtaking. There are endless slopes covered in soft, powdery snow, stretching as far as the eye could see. Each turn carved into the fresh snow felt like a dance with the mountain, and every fall was just another lesson in resilience.

But the most unforgettable moments came when I let go of hesitation, picked up speed, and let the wind roar past my ears. In those fleeting seconds, as I raced down the mountain, I felt weightless, unburdened, free.

I fell in love with skiing. It’s a dialogue with nature, a test of courage, and a reminder that sometimes, the best way forward is simply to let go!

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This is my second time fasting. That means I can only eat before sunrise and after sunset for nineteen days (unless I’m traveling). I haven’t followed it perfectly, but it’s still a good try. Mornings are the best for me; my mind feels clear and productive. Around three or four in the afternoon, I get really hungry, but if I push through, my body starts adjusting.

Fasting is all about disciplining the spirit. It’s like our rational mind is the "charioteer" and our desires are the horse. Fasting teaches me to control the horse, even when it gets greedy and wild. It’s hard because hunger makes it tough to think, but that’s part of the lesson.

I’ve also realized that fasting isn’t just about food. It’s about resisting all the little cravings we have every day. It makes me more aware of how easily I get distracted by desires. It’s not easy, but I can feel myself growing stronger, both in body and spirit, each day I push through.

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Today I went to the language café at the University of Groningen. There, I met a man from Macau who speaks six languages and a Dutch guy who had lived in Matsumoto and Nagano, Japan, for two years. We practiced Japanese together. I could only understand about 50%, but their Japanese was really fluent. They shared lots of interesting stories about living and working in Japan.

Later I joined the Chinese table. There was a Dutch man covered in tattoos with a big beard. When he wasn’t speaking, he looked kind of intimidating, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke really good Chinese. He told me he had been studying Chinese at the Confucius Institute for eight years. He enjoys watching historical Chinese dramas like Nirvana in Fire, which are full of complex, sophisticated, literary language. He also mentioned that he has autism. I was so surprised and it reinforced my stereotype that people with autism are often geniuses.

There were also other groups for Dutch, Spanish, French, Korean and more. This gathering really opened my mind. I started reflecting on how my motivation to learn languages has always been quite utilitarian, mostly for passing exams or finding a job. But today made me realize that learning a language can lead to so many different life experiences. The boundaries of language are truly the boundaries of the self.

If God created the Tower of Babel to divide humanity and make us misunderstand each other, there will always be people willing to cross those barriers and overcome the division.