My Way

On 15thof December 2018, when I was walking along the port of Pythagoreio with a Taiwan girl. I saw a boat with “MY WAY” written on the stem and the song “My Way” echoed in my mind.

The boat “My Way” at port of Pythagoreio, Samos

“And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state mycase, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again,too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill,my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no,not me, I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way
Yes, it was myway”

For me, nothing could express the word “individualism” better than this song. I love this song, from the moment I heard it at the age of 20 from a Japanese movie “swallowtail”directed Iwai Shunji(严井 俊二). I identified that I would take a totally different path than the one my parents have taken. However, I went out from a small town in China where the traditional collectivism prevail. People usually could not appreciate that a single child from the family left home and traveled so far away to Europe to get education and work. As the master said: “When your parents are alive, do not travel far”. Disregarded all the traditional dogma and voices of objections, I went to Europe to explore the world as much as I could.

I am often asked that if I regret to come to Europe. I find the question amusing. The truth is, no matter what one has chosen, one will regret. In microeconomic theory, there is one word “opportunity cost” that defines the benefits one misses out when choosing one alternative over another. I gave up the comfort of staying at home and chose to see the exciting world outside. Those people, who don‘t step out their small worlds, could enjoy the cozy and warm home. 

“Me” happy at the sea shore of Pythagorieio, Samos

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