Mùa hè thư giãn

Hôm qua cả nhà đi dự tiệc đứa bạn nghỉ hưu sau 21 năm cống hiến cho lính Mỹ. Thấy nó êm ấm bên gia đình và hạnh phúc bên vợ con, tôi cũng vui lây nên uống quá trớn.

Xỉn đến ói mửa thì chưa nhưng cũng đã lân lân. Tối về khó ngủ. Hối hận lại ùa về. Tự hứa lòng sẽ bỏ nhưng cũng tự biết khó thực hiện. Thôi thì giảm bớt sẽ tốt hơn.

Mùa hè năm nay không có kế hoạch đi đâu hết. Tôi đã hủy bỏ đi cắm trại cùng bạn bè và dự tiệc cưới bên Canada. Gia đình vợ năm nay cũng không họp mặt. Chúng tôi cũng không đi biển nghỉ mát.

Chỉ đi làm, ở nhà, cuối tuần đi xem Xuân tranh bơi. Giờ đây già rồi nên cũng khá lười. Hơn nữa đi chơi giờ tốn kém quá. Thời tiết thì quá nóng nực. Được ở nhà thư giãn là tốt rồi. Năm nay có bóng đá quốc tế nên theo dõi càng nhiều càng tốt.

Cuộc sống bình yên vậy là quá đủ. Chỉ mong muốn con cái học hành đến nơi đến chốn là vui rồi.

Life-Long Worrier

In retrospect, I had a worry-free life for the first 10 years of my life. I was living a calm, stress-free life in Vietnam. My life changed dramatically when I migrated to the U.S. I worried about the language barrier. That led to my worry about grades in school. From sixth grade until I graduated from college, not a single day that I didn’t worry about my grades. My life depended on the school system.

After I graduated, I couldn’t find a job. I worried that my profession was non-essential and would be obsolete before I even landed my first job. I spent so much time honing my craft because I worried that I couldn’t do anything else besides web design. I only changed a few different jobs in my career because I preferred stability. Then again, job security is no longer valid these days.

My current worries are my kids, particularly my two older ones. They are stressing me out. It feels like I am waiting for the bombs to explode. I can’t get them off my mind. I can’t sleep at night. When are they going to start caring about their future? When are they going to stop wasting time playing video games and start getting their act together?

I need to stop worrying so much. It is not good for my health. I need to take care of myself first.

Hoang mang

Gần đây tôi lại bị lôi vào tình trạng hoang mang. Tôi cố gắng để tâm hồn mình lắng đọng xuống nhưng vẫn không thể nào làm được. Quá nhiều chuyện ngoài tầm tay của tôi nên tôi cũng đành bó tay.

Công việc giờ đây bấp bênh nên không biết ngày mai sẽ ra sao. Dù có ra sao thì tôi vẫn tiếp tục đi làm để lo cho gia đình. Sự nghiệp của tôi giờ đây không còn quan trọng nữa nên tôi cũng không quan tâm cho lắm.

Điều tôi lo lắng nhất là hai thằng con lớn. Tụi nó đến lứa tuổi chống lại. Càng lo lắng càng muốn giúp đỡ tụi nó, tụi nó càng ghét mình thêm. Buông xuôi thì tụi nó càng tệ. Chẳng lẽ để nó chơi games tám chín tiếng một ngày? Không biết chừng nào chúng nó mới hiểu được nỗi lòng của người làm cha mẹ.

Giờ đây hai thằng nhỏ vẫn còn là niềm an ủi. Chỉ vài năm nữa thôi chắc cũng sẽ nối tiếp theo mấy thằng anh của nó. Thú thật tôi không ngờ làm cha lại khó khăn đến thế. Với tụi nó, tôi cũng là một người cha tồi tệ lắm.

Tình cảm vợ chồng tạm thời cũng ổn nhưng không còn như lúc trước nữa. Để giữ hạnh phúc, có nhiều thứ tôi không còn chia sẻ với vợ được nữa. Đành phải chịu thôi.

Being Present

I spent Thursday and Friday with my sister’s family to celebrate my nephew’s graduation from Drexel University. I hadn’t had a chance to hang out with them; therefore, it was a perfect opportunity. We had a wonderful time together, and yet I kept thinking about my wife and kids. I felt guilty for leaving them.

I have developed the mentality that my time is limited and I need to spend time with my family. Whenever I am not with them, I feel so damn guilty. Ironically, the kids don’t want to spend time with me as they get older.

I have been thinking about my own dilemma. I need to stop over thinking. It doesn’t matter if I were with family or friends, I just need to be present for the moment. The time will pass and I will be back to my regular schedule.

Lately I just wanted to stay home more. I don’t want to play pickleball with friends. I don’t want to drink much anymore. I am getting fed up with the headaches, hangovers, and feeling like hell.

I have books to read. I have things to write. I have design projects I want to work on. I want to tidy up our house. I have so many things to do and so little time. I also just want to lounge with my kids. They spend most of their time on their digital devices anyway. I have no comment on my wife.

Summer Rants

The scorching summer heat is burning my brain. I have no motivation to do anything around the house. My wife gets on my case all the time and she doesn’t mince her words either. I carry all the guilt with me.

In addition, I am in a constant anxious mood. The oldest kid is not doing well in school and he’s a junior. I kept asking him and reminding him to pull up his grade, and yet he still let it slip. I am frustrated.

My second son lives in his digital world. He just wants to play video games all day. Since my wife doesn’t agree on limiting internet access, I can’t do anything to help him pull himself away from his computer. I am just helpless.

Fortunately, the two young kids are still within reach; therefore, I am trying to focus on them. I still do things with them. We hardly do things together as a whole family anymore other than going to eat, which has become costly. I am not sure about our financial situation.

This summer, I am glad that we canceled a few trips. We were planning on going to Canada for a wedding, but it would cost too much. My wife’s family has no reunion this year. We didn’t book our camping trip. We won’t have a beach vacation either. I might just take some time off work to relax or to do some work around the house. I have no desire to go anywhere in the scorching heat.

I also try to reduce social events. Drinking has become harder on my body and my head as I am getting older. I can’t hold my liquor much anymore. Just a few shots would give me a hangover. I hate feeling depressed.

Speaking of getting old, I am not sure how I banged up my left wrist, but it has been irritating. I can’t do much with my left hand. I can’t even recall what happened to me. Dementia is kicking in.

I stopped posting personal thoughts on Facebook. I treat Facebook like LinkedIn to promote my works. I am not sure if social media even helps l, but I don’t mind the extra exposure of my work. I don’t use Instagram much, but I should use it for my work as well.

I need to calm my mind. I just need to relax and stop thinking and worrying too much. I have no control of my work, my family, and my acquaintances. All I can control is my-damn-self.

Ngày sinh nhật 89 của mẹ

Hôm nay là sinh nhật lần thứ 89 của mẹ. Với người đã mất thì ngày sinh còn có ý nghĩa gì? Giờ đây ngày sinh chỉ còn là một kỷ niệm nhỏ nhoi để những người thân yêu của mẹ còn nhớ đến mẹ.

Mấy ngày nay, tôi tự nhiên muốn hình dung lại lúc nhỏ mẹ ra sao. Lúc sáu tuổi mẹ như thế nào. Lúc mười hai tuổi mẹ làm những gì. Tôi nghĩ mẹ là một cô gái dễ thương và ngoan ngoãn. Mẹ vất vả làm việc phụ giúp ông bà ngoại và chị em. Sống trong chiến tranh, mẹ chắc là không có thời gian hoặc tâm chí để có được cuộc sống an nhàn.

Ký ức của mẹ với tôi là những năm sống ở Mỹ và những ngày cuối cùng trong cuộc đời của mẹ. Lúc sống bên mẹ tôi cũng lơ là. Cứ ỷ lại mẹ lúc nào cũng ở bên mình mà không nghĩ đến một ngày nào đó mẹ sẽ rời xa mình.

Mẹ ra đi một cách thật đau đớn. Tôi không thể ngờ một kết thúc của đời người lại khổ sở đến thế. Lúc mất mẹ, tôi mới giật mình và nhận thức được đời người quá ngắn ngủi.

Thời gian từ 10 đến 20 tuổi, tôi cảm thấy thời gian dài vô tận. Đời sống của tôi quá an nhàn và quá nhàm chán. Từ 30 trở về sau thì chớp mắt thời gian đã biến mất. Chớp mắt thấy mình già yếu. Chớp mắt thấy những chú bác cô cậu lần lượt ra đi. Rồi sẽ đến mình một ngày nào ra đi.

OK?

No, I don’t need to talk to a therapist. I just need to not give a fuck. The older I get the less fuck I give. If you don’t give a fuck about me then I don’t give a fuck about you. That’s easy enough when we have no relation.

I used to give a fuck about my career. Now I don’t give a fuck anymore. Of course, I still need to make money to feed my kids, but I don’t want to depend on my job. I don’t care deeply about my work like I used to. As long as I fulfill my duty.

I am still struggling when it comes to my family. I cannot not give a fuck about them. The more I give a fuck the more my kids want me to leave them alone and my wife wants to kick me to the curve.

Maybe I should give a fuck less. My mother used to say, “If I don’t scold you. It means I don’t care about you.” Then again, we’re living in a different time. Giving a fuck becomes worrying. Worrying becomes concerning. Concerning becomes nerve-wrecking.

Everyday I wake up with anxiety. Will my kids be OK if I don’t intervene with their digital usage? Will my kids be OK if they don’t want to read, write, or do math? Will they be OK if something happens to our marriage? Maybe everything will be OK. I just need to take a chill pill, talk to a therapist, or just don’t give a fuck.

Eighteenth Anniversary

The first time I heard Method Man’s “All I Need” was 32 years ago. As I am relistening to it and taking a trip down memory lane, I am reflecting on my relationship with my wife. Throughout our marriage, we had our ups and downs, but we kept it real.

“All I Need” starts off with pounding bass and soaring keyboard intro, in which RZA sampled from Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell’s “You’re All I Need to Get By.” RZA drops the beat and the hook kicks in: “You’re all that I need, I’ll be there for you,” Meth and Streelife rhyme, “If you keep it real with me, I’ll keep it real with you.” It’s a mutual respect and commitment from both sides. She keeps it real with me; I keep it real with her.

With his gravel voice and infectious flow, Meth begins, “Shorty I’m there for you anytime you need me / For real girl, it’s me in your world, believe me / Nothin’ make a man feel better than a woman.” Physically and emotionally, nothing makes a man feel better than a woman. Meth continues, “There are few things that’s forever, my lady / We can make war or make babies.” We chose to make babies and ended up with four boys.

“Back when I was nothin’ / You made a brother feel like he was something,” Meth hits the nail on the head, “That’s why I’m with you to this day, boo no fronting.” I didn’t have much when I met my wife and that was when I knew her love was real. “Even when the skies were gray / You would rub me on my back and say, ‘Baby, it’ll be okay.’” My wife always had my back even when I was low.

Meth goes on, “Now that’s real to a brother like me, baby / Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight, aight.” It’s the hip-hop way of saying to stay true to your man. I trust her to be my faithful wife. Likewise, I would never do anything to jeopardize our marriage. Meth ends the first verse with: “I’m realizin’ that you didn’t have to fuck with me / But you did, now I’m going all out, kid / And I got mad love to give….” I love the way Meth applies the double entendre. In addition to being physical, “fuck with me” means being “down with me.” If you’re down with me then I’m down with you.

“Five minutes alone I’m already on the bone,” Meth confesses, “Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own / No need to shop around you got the good shit at home.” My wife is an independent woman and she knows I don’t “shop around” when I am out and about because I got the good shit at home. She keeps me grounded. No matter where I go or who I meet, my heart is always at home. It all comes back to trust and commitment.

Drew Dixon, who was director of A&R at Def Jam Records at the time, recognized the charms of Meth’s lyrics. She reached out to P. Diddy to do a remix. Although Dixon never received the credits she deserved, “I’ll Be There for You / You’re All I Need to Get By” blew up the airwaves. In the mid 90’s, the remix pumped out of the speakers at every club. As much as I appreciated the match made in heaven between Method Man and Mary J. Blige, I preferred the rawness and ruggedness of the original version. In the remix, Meth changed three words and the entire song was ruined. One: “Never ever give my cootie away.” My “cootie”, how corny is that? Two: “You got the good stuff at home.” “Good stuff” is nowhere near “good shit.” Three: “You didn’t have to funk with me?” Meth, get the fuck out of here with that “funk with me” crap. These are the testament that when hip-hop lyrics get sanitized, the realness is lost.

Eighteen years ago today, my wife and I tied the knot and we kept it real and honest with each other. We had many disagreements. We had many arguments. We had not, however, doubted each other. We kept everything open between us. We had nothing to hide from each other. At the same time, we gave each other some space. We needed a break from each other once in a while. She definitely deserved a break from me every now and then.

Staying together for almost two decades was a long time and not everything had been rosy. In fact, there were certain things that we didn’t see eye to eye and we probably never will. Deep down, she has a good heart. I love her for her kindness and generosity. She’s a wonderful mother. My boys are so lucky to be under her wings. She takes great care of her mother too even though she’s the youngest of her siblings. On top of all, she manages to keep her professional career.

As a wife, she’s all that I could ask for even though we couldn’t be any more different. I speak my mind, but she doesn’t express her feelings much. I talk a lot of shit, but she gets shit done. I know my flaws and she knows them too. She points them out to me all the time. I recognize my issues and I am working on improving myself. It’s not easy being with someone for almost two decades. The journey ahead will continue to be treacherous and hazardous, but we will make it through together. As long as she keeps her faith in me, I keep my faith in her. Unless she won’t want me to, I will be by her side until the end. That I can promise.

But then something happened a few months ago. Our marriage survived, but our relationship had forever changed. The vows we made had shattered. Promises had been broken. For the first time in all of our years together, I am insecure of our future. I could lose everything and that broke me.

I have grown to depend on my wife. I have become too attached to my kids. I just can’t imagine my life without my family. Each of them means so much to me. I need to do anything I can to keep them.

As promised from the start, I will never walk away from our marriage. I haven’t changed in that regard, but something else has. I no longer engaged in anything that would put our marriage in jeopardy. I no longer share things like I used to. I have to be really careful what I say and how I feel.

We used to argue and get into heated debates, but we were cool afterwards. Even though we might have offended each other, we spoke our minds. We kept it real. We were being open and honest. It is no longer the case and I need to make the change.

I am learning to let go. I let go of the negative and focus on the positive. I let go of anything that bothers me and focus on the things that make me happy. I let go of anything out of my control and focus on things that are within my reach. It comes down to controlling myself.

I used to share all of my thoughts without any filter. Now I have to filter out the goods and the bads. It works out better that way anyway. I appreciate all the things that my wife has done for me. I am happy that she’s still here with me. I need her, but I can also lose her any day. Just the thought of that has me depressed. I am no longer worthy. I can be discarded any day. Without the kids, I have nothing left.

No matter what goes on and no matter what happens, I will always love my wife. She had been the closest one to me until she wasn’t. Moving forward, I hope that we can rebuild our open connection. I hope that I won’t have to hold anything from her and vice versa.

Eighteen years together is a milestone, but we know couples ended in divorce after twenty or thirty years. Nothing is certain anymore and this past year is the proof. I do hope that we’ll weather it through until the end of our lives.

Yêu lặng của đời

Thấy đứa cháu này bị đứa cháu nọ ức hiếp, tôi cũng xót ruột lắm. Định can thiệp nhưng thôi. Không phải chuyện của mình nên để người có liên quan giải quyết. Việc tôi có thể làm được là nhắc nhở con mình đừng bắt nạt đứa khác.

Lúc trước thấy bất bình thì lên tiếng. Giờ đây có thấy cũng chỉ làm ngơ. Thấy tội nghiệp nhưng xen vào chỉ thêm xích mích. Hơn nữa sẽ mang họa vào thân cho dù có xử sự công bằng và không thiên vị ai. Tốt nhất là làm ngơ.

Tôi đang luyện tập tự kiềm chế bản thân và cố gắng giữ bình tĩnh. Không cần thiết không lên tiếng. Không hỏi cũng không kể. Có mở miệng cũng phải thận trọng. Người ngoài hay người thân cũng phải giữ khoảng cách để khỏi đi quá lố. Yên lặng vẫn là vàng.

48

I turned 48 today. I am getting older, but not wiser. I still trip up every now and then. I damn near lost everything I love. I don’t want to go back to square one. I need to control my emotions and my words.

At this point in my life, I am learning to let go. Let go of anything irritating me. Let go of anything frustrating me. Let go of anything infuriating me. Let go of anything outside of my control. It’s for my own mental health and well being.

My relationships with friends, family, and even the closest ones to me had changed. I can no longer let down my guards. I cannot let people inside my head and my heart. I still care and still worry, but I just have to keep them in me. It’s a big shift for me, but I have to make a change. I can change no one else but myself. I have learned to control my anger. I have learned to avoid confrontation. I have learned to mind only my own business.

My health is in good shape. I play various sports to keep myself active. I read and write to keep my mind sharp. I just went through a colonoscopy procedure two weeks ago. I am taking medications to control my gout and cholesterol. I am reducing my alcohol intake down to a social level.

I am thankful to be alive at 48. I am grateful to be around the people I love. I am going to take things easy. I am going to relax. I am going to stop worrying. I am going to take life as it comes. At 48, I am more than halfway through life.