I started watching BEEF recently, thinking it would just be a fun, lighthearted escape. I couldn’t be more wrong.
The story was dramatic yet incredibly real—brutal, even. It strips away the masks we all wear and lays bare the raw, unfiltered truth of human nature. As the audience you see everything from a god-view perspective, which allows you to stay objective—that’s brilliant. Most films try to pull you into the story, making you feel like you’re part of it. But BEEF did the opposite. It pushes you out, forcing you to see each character’s thoughts and actions for what they truly are. It doesn’t spoon-feed you meaning; it lets you understand without saying it outright.
One scene, in particular, struck me. George’s mom, Yumi, said this to Amy:
“The moment you begin to worry, the moment you acknowledge the worry, you solidify it into existence. … All you have is perception, there’s no objective truth. You create the truth you want to inhabit. … So what do you want for yourself?”
That line hit me like a ton of bricks (Major credit to Patti Yasutake for performing this scene with her soul). It resonated so deeply with me.
Since the start of this entrepreneurial journey, things haven’t been easy. Worries creep in fast and spread like weeds, threatening to overtake my inner peace.
“I need money. Maybe I should get a job and turn this into a side hustle.”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“Do I even have what it takes?”
“What if people don’t like my idea?”
“What will others say if I fail?”
These thoughts take root, battling for space in my mind. I celebrate small wins, trimming away my doubts for a moment, only for them to grow back—because achievements don’t happen every day.
“All you have is perception.”
Reality isn’t something I own—it’s something I create and then live in. It’s a construct of my own mind. That’s why people debate whether a glass is half-full or half-empty. That’s why, despite sharing the same world, we all live in completely different realities.
And since I am the creator of my reality, I am also the one who gives my worries power. I chose to seed them, feed them. I decided to dwell in fear instead of moving forward. I allowed myself to spiral into the thought that I was not good enough.
It reminded me of a conversation I had with my therapist the other day. (Sarah D. Hakim, by the way—she’s amazing. Everyone should have a Sarah in their life.) We were talking about my confidence issues, my fear of being judged...
The point is, she’s been trying to make me understand the same idea:
“You create the truth you want to inhabit. What do you want for yourself?”
I want to be strong.
I want to conquer.
I want to make a difference.
I want to influence and inspire.
I want to craft beautiful things with my hands.
I want to be an artist.
I want to teach people to recognize, to appreciate, to question, to challenge, to push boundaries, to make this world a better place.
Is that dream too big?
Maybe—depends on who you ask.
I create my own reality. And I choose to live with my reality.
I live, with, Hu.