Meet the Authors – Christina

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Christina

 For as long as I can remember, I have followed the trajectory to become a doctor, a lawyer, or a
financial analyst: a future predetermined by the universe, by my family, and by myself. These career
paths were considered to be the norm for a girl like me (a first-generation American with a Chinese
heritage), and anything less was deemed unacceptable in my mind.

 Thus, initially, I feigned a singular passion for STEM-related topics, and while I admit that I naturally
excelled more in subjects like math and science, I always felt that there was something integral
missing.

While searching aimlessly yet desperately for that absent piece, somehow, along the way,
I managed to develop an unsuspecting yet keen passion for writing. Writing ignited a creativity
within me that taunted and excited me simultaneously as I developed an insatiable longing to turn
my unorganized and fleeting thoughts into sensible, permanent words. Amidst my emphasis on
arithmetic, logic, and objectivity, I realized that I had largely lost touch with my love for English,
and it was at that moment that my two worlds collided: the discipline of studying numerically-driven
subjects like math and science supplemented by my rediscovered interest in composition.

 Now, when I tell people that “yes, I actually enjoy writing essays” or “yes, I really do read books in
my free time,” I always get the same sideways glance of utter disbelief and disagreement. But is it
really so hard to believe that I actually relish the moments that I am able to create something beautiful,
so beautiful that the words on the page become more vivid than reality? Is it so unimaginable that a
one-page article can speak volumes? Or perhaps to me, a single word is worth more than a thousand
pictures?

 This blog is the culmination of years gone by, years that I wished I had enough courage to publish my
own voice. To this day, I’m still not sure that people want to hear my voice and want to delve into my
private thoughts, but time and time again, I realize that I write for myself and not for the approval or
satisfaction of others. Writing, more than anything, is my passion, and I sincerely hope that this blog
encompasses more than just a mere outlet of expression, or even a stream of consciousness, but a
fragment of my soul, the fragment that I choose to share to the world.

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