I doubt if I would be able to do what KK is doing now: hit the books after leaving academia for 10 years.
It doesn’t help that by his own reckoning, he hasn’t actually studied hard for closer to 20 years.
The last time he actually paid due diligence to his books was during his Chinese High days, after which his heart was set on having fun.
Happily, he’s discovered all there is to discover, and nothing is going to sway him now. He swots morning to night, sitting at the dining table (no study table unfortunately), obediently eating whatever I manage to churn out from the kitchen.
The tremendous amount of pressure he feels certainly helps: When he looks up from his books, I can imagine he feels fully responsible for dragging his entire family along with him and that he had better score damn well to justify the opportunity cost. If I were him, I’d be stressed out of my head. I’m glad I’m not the one studying but I'm glad he took up the challenge.
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