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.
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".
"Made in Afrika"... That has so many meanings in my life. It brings tears to my eyes as I write this. It makes me long for something I wonder if I will ever have. It's a place and life I long to know.
So I crave dogs. It's a thing I'm dealing with, and apparently not that well. I'm especially besotted with German Shepherds. My mother had GSD's growing up, as an adult, and when I was a baby. I grew up wanting a dog so badly, but we didn't get one until I was 18. Then our pup became my life. This post is a bit of a tribute to my extreme obsession with my dog, still a puppy at 3 years old.