I have long learnt to let go. I just enjoy the breeze that cools my head. There is no need for perfection. I am also not perfect. So why chase that perfection when I am not even perfect.
Some notes on assimilation: Don't bother to assimilate with the angmos. It is a waste of time. The glass ceiling is real. Also no point trying to assimilate with the chinaman from other places. It is also a waste of time. Sometimes I even find it a waste of time to assimilate even my own kind. They are usually cunning and a pure waste of time. Why, you ask? Because most of them are poor, they have no time to entertain the poorer me. Once they find that I am not going to buy a house through them, not going to buy insurance through them, not contracting them to build my little house, not going to visit their little restaurant, not going to rent their little house, not going to buy their hawkered wares. They stop entertaining me instantaneously. Their rate of change of face is priceless. I always enjoy my little inner peace and smile.
Do I therefore need friends in a foreign land? Maybe. Mostly NO. I build my own reality. I play my own toys.