Eric Tian

This week’s theme: The Phantom of the Opera. Over the span of five days, I read the original novel by Gaston Leroux, watched the 2004 film adaption, then experienced the live musical performance in Melbourne with my partner. From the initial reading, then throughout the performances, one question kept arising in my mind: why are the main characters in this adored musical so amazingly unlikeable?

The Phantom of the Opera revolves around three main characters: first, the phantom, a.k.a. opera ghost, our mysterious antagonist who turns out to be a disfigured, talented man named Erik with sociopathic tendencies; second, our damsal in distress, Christine Daas, our angelic soprano and Erik’s key love interest, who appears unable to think for herself; third, our handsome protagonist, Viscount Raoul de Chagny, our innocent, passionate young noble and Erik’s love rival over Christine, who makes absurdly naive decisions in the name of love. Each of these characters have glaring flaws and I found few admirable features in any of them. This confused me: main characters were meant to be likeable, I assumed, and portraying Erik, Christine and Raoul in this way was surely a disservice to the audience and the overall narrative.

But as I explored the story further and read other people’s analyses, I found that what turned me off was exactly why others enjoyed this classic. What happens when you put three imperfect characters – a mysterious sociopath, naive opera singer and love-obsessed young royal – in a love triangle, amongst tragedy and death at an opera house? Well, you get an interesting story.

Many of the most alluring stories are full of imperfect people. If all characters were perfectly rational and morally upright, you wouldn’t get something worth following. Good drama requires a spanner in the works; inconsistent motives, flawed characters, absurd decisions. The contrary is predictable, unrealistic and boring. The Biblical stories or Greek myths, for instance, wouldn’t be the same without the rebellious Jews or the promiscuous Gods. There is something about imperfection that makes a story more touching and engaging.

This is why the ‘monsters’ portrayed in the likes of Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, Count Dracula and The Phantom of the Opera have such a mysterious appeal. They are, on one hand, brutish, without morals, pitied at best, feared at worst, yet simultaneously fascinating characters, as their imperfection creates tales of magic, and serves as reminders that even we, as the audience, with our own degrees of flaws and demons, are capable of great stories as well.

In some contexts, like baking bread, or learning to write, it is wise to avoid shortcuts. The skills of kneading dough and basic grammar are fundamental to greater success.

In other contexts, like creating a start-up, or navigating, it is wise to consider shortcuts. The tried and tested route isn’t always the best one. Ingenuity and creativity can beat a conventional path.

The trick is often realising which situation you are in.

From a Buddhist Koan:

Once upon a time, as a man was walking through a forest, he saw a tiger peering out at him from the underbrush. As the man turned to run, he heard the tiger spring after him to give chase.

Barely ahead of the tiger, running for his life, the man came to the edge of a steep cliff. Clinging onto a strong vine, the man climbed over the cliff edge just as the tiger was about to pounce.

Hanging over the side of the cliff, with the hungry tiger pacing above him, the man looked down and was dismayed to see another tiger, stalking the ravine far below. Just then, a tiny mouse darted out from a crack in the cliff face above him and began to gnaw at the vine.

At that precise moment, the man noticed a patch of wild strawberries growing from a clump of earth near where he dangled. Reaching out, he plucked one. It was plump, and perfectly ripe; warmed by the sunshine.

He popped the strawberry into his mouth. It was perfectly delicious.

When you do things quickly, something magical happens: the activation energy of doing new things shrinks. The pressure of the task at hand disappears, it becomes less daunting, and you’ll be inclined to do more.

The days I manage to do the most study, or read or write the most, are when I wake up and immediately start working without thinking – taking the cold plunge. After a few minutes, the work feels natural. If I leave the task undone for too long, a certain weight builds up, a sort of ever-increasing resistance to start, until the task seems unsurmountable.

What’s worse, is if you do something slowly, you might get an ever-increasing pile of things to finish. You start adding things to the to-do list that never get crossed off. After a while, you begin to lose faith in yourself that you can do any task at all.

This doesn’t mean to be careless. But it does mean to work faster than you think is healthy, to push your standards to a higher level. If the task carries less activation energy in your mind, then you’ll do more, and then you’ll finally get good at it.

Eventually, you will be faster and better than you thought possible.

“When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.”

– Jacob Riis, a Danish immigrant and social reformer.

For a while I have been looking forward to my wisdom tooth surgery, as the recovery period would have provided a convenient excuse to avoid all responsibilities and hardships for one week. All the hours spent close to burnout during the year would be worth this period of doing nothing productive, of letting go and fully relaxing. Yet when the week came and went, it turned out to be pitiful; I failed to write, eat and exercise, was frequently disturbed by distractions and spent an absurd amount of time mindlessly scrolling the internet. I realised, to my surprise, that even in rest, change and challenges were necessary, that too much order was a parasite that stunted growth, and while rest is necessary, too much is pathological. So I began to voluntarily work and set expectations for myself like I would during my working days, and immediately it felt right.

From Dr Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life:

“Order is not enough. You can’t just be stable, and secure, and unchanging, because there are still vital and important new things to be learned. Nonetheless, chaos can be too much. You can’t long tolerate being swamped and overwhelmed beyond your capacity to cope while you are learning what you still need to know. Thus, you need to place one foot in what you have mastered and understood and the other in what you are currently exploring and mastering. Then you have positioned yourself where the terror of existence is under control and you are secure, but where you are also alert and engaged. That is where there is something new to master and some way that you can be improved. That is where meaning is to be found.”

A few days ago I had surgery to remove four wisdom teeth. It was overall a smooth experience – I was lucky to have a lovely surgical team and no major delays or post-op complications. I am still a bit drowsy, mostly due to the medications, and my waking hours rotate between sleeping, taking my pain medications, wearing my ice pack, drinking soup, playing games and reading books.

As the swelling and pain subside, all that is left is immense gratitude. I am grateful for modern surgery, which continues to transform many lives every day; for anesthesia and painkillers, which make absurd procedures painless; for the new restaurants downstairs I’ve tried thanks to my new liquid diet; for the quiet time I was able to have after exams; for friends, love, and life.

What an amazing thing it is to be alive.

From The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran:

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

“Courage is not something that you already have that makes you brave when the tough times start. Courage is what you earn when you’ve been through the tough times and you discover they aren’t so tough after all.” – Malcolm Gladwell, David and Goliath

“Courage doesn’t happen when you have all the answers. It happens when you are ready to face the questions you have been avoiding your whole life.” – Shannon L. Adler

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside – remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.” – Charles Bukowski

Today’s rainy weather and final exam marked the end of another year of medical school.

It was, on reflection, a great year of learning, perhaps my favourite yet. I connected with wonderful people, made precious memories, learned much about the world and got pushed to become a more disciplined, loving, curious version of myself.

As I arrived home from my exam, drenched and hungry, I sat on my desk chair, the chair I spent countless hours studying on, and felt the weight of placements, lectures, assessments and stress seep away. It was a good year. And now it is time for rest.