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Almost Lost- A BLOG SERIES!
I have not grown up in a small town, so this is not a typical small-town-to-metro-city narration. This is more about finding friends, losing them, and knowing you can remain connected even though you live halfway across the country. This is more about growing up, loving yourself, learning how to live alone, and discovering the world that you never knew all your life could change in a moments notice. This is about college - and all the things that come with it. You may ask me, why I am choosing to write this. Well, there are a couple of reasons. First and foremost, because I think it is...
Life does not stop here
When we first come to life and look into our mother's warm and honest eyes, we feel like our path in life will be safe and full of joy, hopes and little pain; but after we grow up, we realize that life is a constant battle, everything seems to be far more complicated. It all starts with choices that come with the fear of failure, those moments in life when we feel like our souls are withdrawn, facing life's darkest corners and hiding behind shadows. We pause everything, finding ourselves staring into vacancy again and again, wishing for something to happen. Everything seems to be stagnating to...
Are our opinions influenced?
Often in our society an individual’s intellect is measured through grades or qualifications. These qualifications are of no use if it doesn’t take us a step further to being a better human. Instead, an individual’s intellect should help them to differentiate between what is right or wrong. There are numerous issues which our world is facing such as global warming, politics, gender inequality, wars, scarcity of natural resources, etc. We as educated individuals should keep ourselves informed about such ongoing issues. The only thing we have to do is to have our own opinion, which indirectly...
Scattered on the verge of impossible
What is the truth, my truth? And where do I find that language of my soul everyone seems to talk about? I spend a lot of time with myself, perhaps too much. Overthinking about things is my favorite hobby. There’s nothing that gives me more pleasure and misery. I try really hard to be inexplicably complicated, incomprehensible to others, to myself. I do my best to induce obstacles, doubts, complications and delusions. You might call me a master at it. There is no real reason why I do it, I simply prefer to be considered different and atypical. I refuse to materialize myself. I refuse to be...
Opinionated, as a complement
Countless times I’ve let myself off too easily. “It’s not your problem, you’re just a teenager”, are words I’ve heard again and again told to me and to many others my age. Eventually, I was deceived into believing just that. Temporarily I was enveloped by a feeling of insignificance, unimportance. In a world where chaos is so prevalent I was simply told to ignore such a thing. The justification for this was simply that I was a child. Children are harmed every single day. Whether it be at a school shooting or in one’s home, children are being hurt, injured and killed. The fact that they are a...
When you look in the mirror
When you look in the mirror, you should see the person you've wanted to be. Not a celebrity or sports star, but the version of you you've been aspiring to be. If you're not there yet which is almost always the case, keep working at it, your race is not over. Your purpose is yet to be fulfilled.
Almost Lost Chapter 1: I can't. I can.
THE PAST It is my final year of high school. Sitting in my elective art class, I wonder if I am ever going to make it. We have more than a couple of assignments due tomorrow, and I have not completed any of it. Neither will I, until tonight when the panic of failing my class is going to grab me tight with unseen tentacles of anxiety and paranoia. Deep down, I know that the fear of failing this class is only a puzzle piece to my perpetual existential crisis. Most people have told me that I am too young to have it, I beg to differ. Under my desk, cupped in my hands, is my cellphone that I did...
Hopeless Abused
There begins my life lasting discomfort. With joy, I was filled as he assured me false protection. Doomed by the one who swore my protection. Harshly, and ungodly, he violated me. It is over, pain and emptiness are my pleasures to feel. He betrayed and stole my innocence. Diminished my self-esteem for all it contains. Why? Why? Why? I didn't ask nor did I deserve this. I didn't ask to be a woman nor am I unproud of it. Forcefully, my pride was stripped away. Unloved by the greeds in need. For life has forsaken me with the harsh reality from a rapist. How I wish I could turn back the hands of...
Why I chose to be a Carer
I was recently moaning to a close friend about a particularly rough day I’d had as a carer. I was right in the middle of one of my impassioned rants when Clare suddenly stopped me and asked: “Why do you do this stuff?” My immediate response was that I absolutely love my job. No ifs, no buts, this is the path I’m meant to be on. But it wasn’t always that way. I was stuck in the well-travelled road of the rat race when I finally decided to jump out and do something different. What follows is my story about why I chose community care as a career. If this is something you’re thinking about, you’ll...
The college with the cherry blossoms
The cherry blossom festival holds my most sentimental memories. The lush, pink flowers covered the trees, the ground, even the sky at times. I ran through the festival as a child, twirling through these petals, parading through the sprinklers. It was luck that gave me the beauty of this day. The unpredictable trees finally bloomed and the sun showed itself after days of cold rain. It was a version of beauty and perfection my eyes had never seen. I longed for this fulfilled feeling ever since that day and couldn’t quite find it until I visited Georgetown. The atmosphere, the location, the...
Cyberbullying is a serious threat
The internet has been a huge part of our lives ever since we started using it. The first time I used it was when I was 8 or 9 years old back in 2005, I used nothing but Google. Now, 14 years later, I'm quite active on my social media, following famous people's accounts and reading news from all around the world. The internet has changed, we noticed it. The good change is that a lot of information is accessible, but the bad change is cyberbullying. Cyberbullying is not an unknown term. I'm sure everybody who has social media knows about it or even has been a victim of this malicious behaviour...
Don't Forget Yourself.
Last year a lot happened, there were so many changes that I wondered, ''is this really happening?'' I started my dream school, got international friends, and finally moved in the hostels. I was living the campus dream. I could finally attend to the campus parties, hang out with the cool kids and maybe, I could finally have my prince charming, especially if he could have Michael Jordan's physic and Chris Brown's talent. Now that I would call ''love at first sight''. It started very well, attending classes on time, ensuring I participated in class not just because am smart, but mostly because I...
Speak up
The bullies play a devil’s game You think you’re bad and you’re to blame So if you see them being mean To other people – intervene You’re in the right and they do wrong So don’t back off, be brave and strong Just go ahead and beat your fear Speak in a voice that’s loud and clear
Don't dream, do
As naïve children, don’t we all dream of endless possibilities and somehow know that we will leave an everlasting mark on this world? Just a few yesteryears ago we envisioned ourselves to become an astronaut or a policeman or a sports person or maybe even the president of our country, any person who can make the world a better place. Yet, today, these dreams are only a trivial and insignificant part of our existence, that is soon to be forgotten forever. Sometimes the worst thing that can happen to a child is to grow up. As children we blow this huge hot air balloon filled with happiness...
If You Need Me, I'm Here
Who are we? Who are you? Who am I? Am I just another human being or am I an individual worth of respect, understanding and compassion? Am I an impostor or am I the real one? Do I deserve what I’m going through or is it simply something that had to happen? Was it my fault or was it just life going on and on about situations out of my control? These questions plague us, for some, only a couple of hours or days, for others, a couple years and for others, an entire lifetime. We grow up believing that no matter what we do, we can always do better. In any given situation, there is always something...
The diverging path
With a single perception of reality, struggle has inset. The misconception of one existing reality has confined the human mind. Expectations of a path one must follow in order to be “successful”, where such success is defined by money or renown, a narrow-minded idea of untrue credentials one must accomplish in order to achieve happiness. Upon achieving such “success” one feels empty, forever longing for more, as human desires are insatiable. In order to increase satisfaction among the unsatisfiable we must break through the boundless restrictions in which society has trapped us. The path of...
My mentor - Lights on
Louise hugged me when we first met, and I felt the warmth of it. The embrace was special to me, as Asian culture does not encourage physical contact even among family members. My first impression about her is the way she laughs, which is so contagious that I smelled the fragrance of confidence. She influences me with her characters, as I always want to be so free from the bond of conventions, to burst into laughter spontaneously, and more importantly, to grow into a confident individual. Louise, my host mother, radiates confidence like unceasing waves, from within. By confidence, I mean to be...