Sedentary or physical?

            My father, coming from suburbs in China, knows physical labor from head to tail as he grew up in the rice fields itself. I, however, significantly differ from him, and it is more than apparent from the difference between us: he has a towering body physique and loves to exercise outside, while I, as he describes, look like chopsticks.

Ever since I was small, my father wanted me to develop a love for sports and a love for my own body, but I always felt going outside as an obligation to follow his orders rather than my free will. This became especially troubling for me when it rained, because he loved to go outside in the rain, not under an umbrella, but to play badminton. And who else would he take with him besides his loving son?

Sometimes, he’d even try to use logic with me to try and get me to go outside, but everyone in my family knows no one can win a debate with me. Once he said that if I exercise more, I will live longer, but I told him : “Ya, but those extra years I lived probably is less then the years I would have to spend in the gym.”

He loves the outside; he loves to embrace the nature, and I guess for once, the cliché “like father like son” doesn’t apply to me. Rather than toiling myself in the rain and mud, I find pleasure in sitting in front of a computer, knowing all my homework is finished, and I can relax in my comfy leather chair as I put up some soothing music in the background. I don’t understand why my father would want to go outside so much when we can immerse ourselves in technology, in the future, but maybe that goes both ways.     

In then end, I would stay inside and enjoy a great book or surf the net then go outside any day.