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STEREOTYPES

Here's one of my favorites 고사성어 (goh-sah-sung-uh) Korean Idiom.

온고지신 (on-goh-ji-sin)
~Review the old in order to learn new things.

In English, this means to take a leaf out of a wise man's book.

I believe, learning does not have to be within a circumference of the tenets we are used to. It involves opening our hearts to listless opportunities no matter how unconventional it may seem.

I remember when I started learning Hangul (한글) a particular guy laughed at me. He asked me ‘what's the point?’ and I smiled. 

I'm sure there are others with the stereotype that any slight interest displayed towards either Korean art or culture as a whole is based on some sort of obsession with their drama or their pop culture.

Regardless of the level of truth in it, my point is, overgeneralization has contributed to the retarded mental process of individuals in the society. 

Imagine setting the standard of a guy's masculinity based on the type of movies he watches or a girl's feminity on the type of clothes she wears. 

I have displayed interest in various languages ranging from English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Korean, to even Valyrian and Dothraki in GOT. I'm not saying I have fluent knowledge or understanding of these languages but as little as identification goes a long way in building one's intellect. 

When we put ourselves in a position of knowledge, it's a huge win and trust me, our soul says thanks. Don't judge anyone's path or decide why someone's taking a path on behalf of the person without asking questions first. 

That's respect!

Take it or leave it.
No hard feelings.

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