Ky Tran - A bit of everything

The other day I was playing with my 4 years old nephew. Naturally, he was the mighty hero with his plastic sword, and of course, I was cast as the villain. After half an hour of nonstop battling, I finally surrendered. His “power” was too much for me. I switched to the good side, thinking the war was over. Five minutes later, he marched back, sword raised, declaring another battle. Turns out, without a villain, a hero has nothing to do. Moral of the story: villains exist to keep heroes entertained.    

I went to a concert last week by a band I used to listen to when I was very young. The music was wonderful, the performance was excellent, and the whole atmosphere felt perfect.  While I was there, the songs carried me back to my youth, bringing back memories of everything from that time. It was such a sweet experience. We may not have a real 'time machine' yet, but I believe that old songs are the closest thing to one. They transport you back to the moments when you first heard them.  

The other day, while waiting for a bus, the schedule said it would arrive in 5 minutes. But it didn’t, I ended up standing there for half an hour before one finally came. At first, I felt frustrated, but then I realized something: patience isn’t really about waiting. It’s about how you choose to accept the situation.  

I played some games from 20+ years ago last week. They’re old, but still fun. The missions were tough, the stories pulled me in, and the ideas were surprisingly strong. Yes, they’re a bit slow. The controls? Kinda awkward. But back then, they were doing the best with what they had. And honestly, it reminded me: it’s not flashy graphics or high-end tech that makes something great. It’s the core idea. If that’s strong, it can shine in any era, with or without the latest hardware.  

I’ve had the chance to share my journey of moving across the states with others, and they really enjoy hearing about it. I’ve noticed that whenever I talk about my travels and the amazing things I’ve seen around the world, people are genuinely interested. The more you travel and explore, the more interesting you become, it opens your mind and gives you stories worth telling.  

I saw fireflies for the first time, not in the countryside, but in a big city. There's a small park near my home where I walk to every day, and to my surprise, one evening I noticed tiny glowing dots drifting through the air, fading in and out. Then I realized, they were fireflies. It felt magical. Since then, I've enjoyed my walks in the park even more. Nature is incredibly beautiful, and moments like this make me appreciate it even more.