So my family is foreign. And that gives some Americans the superiority complex to tell us that we are not welcome in this country. It's a curious misnomer. "Land of the free, home of the brave", the "Melting pot", the "American Dream", the "Land of opportunity", etc... It's supposedly a country where people can come and make a new life for themselves.
So, according to certain rules and suggestions, I am moving all blogging of my time in service over to my new blog specifically dedicated to that purpose.
The first part of this process is deciding where you want to go and what you want to do. One of the main tricks to getting to the interview stage of the applications process is applying early.
In under 30 seconds I was on the ground wiggling with happiness, then running around the yard with my confused dog watching me as I did a happy dance. Wordless joy with undefined shrieks of happiness escaped me. The waiting was over. I had a plan. I had a direction. I had a purpose again. I knew what I wanted, and strangely enough what I longed for wanted me too.
That was where it turned from a "I want this for me" to a "I need to do this for others" feeling. And that's when I knew it was something I not only wanted to do, or could handle, but I needed to do it to give back to the world. I needed to use my skills and body and vigor to provide a service to others who needed it. I needed to learn how to give to others, to give myself and everything I am to other people, to help them.
What does it mean to be "a good writer"? I'm not quite sure... Does it mean one has good grammar? Does it mean one uses interesting words that most people have forgotten? Or does it mean they can drag the reader into the words, show them from the inside out what the writer was feeling?
It's a well known cliche that "the friends you make in college will last a lifetime"... We've all heard it, and yet somehow that phrase didn't hit home for me until today.
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I want that care-free, beautifully innocent child-like simplicity back. Sadly, that's the one thing in life we can never ever relive, and we won't appreciate it until it's long gone and we look back and weep for the loss.
So when I am faced with a situation of "should I do this thing that might be amazing", more often than not I choose not to. And I just realized - 30 minutes ago by now - that I do it because I'm scared of that adrenaline rush. I'm not used to feeling that kind of wild happiness, that feeling of life flowing through me. I portion off my life so that I'm never faced with too many challenges at once, too much emotion or feeling. And now that I've recognized that, I'm even more scared of missing out of life due to subconscious fears of "feeling too much".