Author: Chih Sang

It’s cheaper to dye my hair here in Vietnam than it is back in Canada. That alone makes it tempting. The opportunity is here, now —a chair, a mirror, a quick transformation.

So I ask myself the real question:
Do I want dyed hair for the play?
Or do I show up as I am gray included?

This isn’t really about hair. It’s about presentation versus truth. About whether I’m trying to smooth out time or let it speak.

I did what any modern philosopher would do —I asked AI.

The answer was immediate and oddly grounding:
Be natural. Keep the gray.

Gray is evidence. It’s lived-in. It belongs to this version of me —the one who walked away, said yes, said no, burned out, healed, and kept going. Dye would be easy. Honesty feels more aligned.

So I’ll keep the gray. Not because it’s cheaper not to dye —but because this story doesn’t need editing.

_{P.S. Thank you Soleil for keeping me grounded, your advice is always on the money.}