Living in the fast lane is getting kinda lonely
— Ferrari, Bebe Rexha
I just discovered that I can add html blocks in my blog posts… which is actually kinda cool! 😎
However, this blog post actually goes live in February 2026. I wouldn’t call it a ‘delayed post,’ though. According to Einstein, time is relative—it depends on the observer’s motion. So, in my mind, I’m still sitting in 2025-09-08, just armed with some futuristic knowledge.
I’ve always thought keeping a diary was a bit stupid. Why write a bunch of secrets no one will ever read, while risking someone else finding them? But today, I’m picking up this skill from the dust of my own history for one specific reason: I want to talk to my future self.
Because, man… there are so many things I need you (or me) to remember.
Let’s start from the beginning. I’m Kenneth. I was born into an ordinary family in Shanghai, but my script was a bit different. At the exact age when I should have been walking into a primary school, I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL).
While other kids were making friends, I spent a chunk of my life isolated in hospital rooms—living entirely inside my own little world. Surrounded by Interstellar, 007 (I love James Bond’s Aston Martin btw…), and the Mission Impossible series.".
And that’s when I started to love Ray-Ban’s aviator series, so cooool!
By the time I actually started primary school, I was older (and noticeably bigger) than everyone else in the class. I was already running on a delayed timeline, trying to catch up. I made a few best pals then, at least for a while.
After primary school, I was lucky enough to get into WFLA, a top-tier middle school in Shanghai. That’s where my reality check hit hard. To be honest, my grades were a mess. I was constantly pulling Ds in Math, yet somehow effortlessly securing As and A+s in Chinese, English, and Computer Science. (I still have no idea how my brain works. In Chinese parents’ eyes, the “good kids” are supposed to be gods at Math, Physics, and Chemistry.)
I wasn’t that kid.
I tried so hard to fix my math. My parents saw my frustration, and they were just as clueless about why I struggled so much. Hard work, it turns out, doesn’t automatically buy you extra time, nor does it magically erase Ds and Cs on finals.
But then, in my second year, I met a girl named Sidney. (She has a ton of names, idk why, but I guarantee it’s the same person). She was incredibly nice to me. It started with me sending her a birthday card, but she gave me one back for Christmas. She was the anchor I didn’t know I needed. Because of her, my math grade crawled from a “Fail” to a “Pass.” It sounds small, but it was everything. I just wanted to be as good as her in Math and Physics. I wanted to catch up.
I’ve been trying to catch up my whole life. From that hospital bed in Shanghai, to the math classes at WFLA, pushing myself into the fast lane.
And now, here I am.
To the future Kenneth: If you’re reading this, I hope you’re smiling. I hope you found a universe where people don’t delete each other when things get “busy.” But even if you haven’t, I hope you’re still swinging.