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A.R.K.

Lately so many things have reminded me of my dad. I miss him so much and can still vividly remember all the good times I spent with him.  All the wisdom I learned from him and how much I have looked up to him.  I’m glad to have been fortunate to have such a role model in my life, sometimes I wonder why people thank me so much or make such a big deal out of some random acts of kindness.  I don’t do them to be recognized, thanked or otherwise.  It’s what we should all do. Respect. Honor. Kindness.  It all starts with just one to make a difference.

Many years have passed since then. So many problems have been seen and conquered, yet we shouldn’t call them problems, troubles or bad times. They are experiences. Life Experience. No matter how dark the situation might seem or how thick the dark mist may seem around you, there is always a light at the end.  We just need to hold in there and push forward long enough to break through those barriers and enjoy the benefits of all that hard work and perseverance.

Nothing you can say can stop me from going on, living on and reaching home.  I find that motivation is all around us, yet not everyone pays enough attention to recognize it. Even those that see it, don’t really register it and just keep going on their daily lives - unmotivated, unsatisfied and just settling for what is given to them. I have learned to always recognize that motivation, the positive spark, that tiny speck of hope. For if I didn’t learn to recognize it, how am I supposed to know what to look for? Nothing should and will stop me from going on and believing I can live on to reach my goal. For when I do, I’ll finally be home. Can you see that shining light?

Open Road 

I find myself in this situation yet again in life. I seem to have found motivation. Motivation that I once had, but had lost for a long time. When it seemed to have been gone forever, it sneaked up on me. I was not ready for it, I will admit that it surprised me. Even though I was not expecting it, I’m taking full grasp of it and not letting go. “Take it and run with it” comes to mind. I’m setting the goals up high - too fall hard? No. To push myself. A drive for success.

For I now know that I am more than what I thought I was. Some people had already expressed those feelings about me, but I dismissed them thinking they just wanted to make me feel better. I now see the way, a clear path, an open highway, and pedal shall reach the floor.

A lot of firsts the last couple of weeks. A new chapter of my life is just taking shape, and already it feels like a whole new book. Wal-Mart ISD is NOT what I had imagined at all. It’s WAY better. I consider myself extremely lucky to be where I am today with this team, these team mates, and new home as a whole. The area is much like back home, but much more beautiful, of course missing my friends and family very much. I’ve been in and out of orientations, formal classes, half day training in the business side of what my team is involved with, and online training. So much so, that it feels as my B.S. was only an intro course into this. One thing is for sure, having the team mates that I do helps a lot, I feel welcomed and know that whenever I need help I will have it.  The only thing I don’t like is how long it takes just to get up and running on my own project. All with good time.

limitGrowing up, we do not understand that there are limits. We think we can fly like our favorite super hero. We believe the pretty blue light on the stove is magical and won’t hurt us. We create countless worlds using just our mind. Then something happens. Along comes some moment where restrictions on our mind are placed. We are told we can’t fly, we will be burned if we touch the magical lights on the stove and suddenly the imaginary worlds are not so vivid anymore. What happens? When does that happen? More importantly, why? Why are there limits? Are there really limits? Seems as though we keep pushing things to the limit. Speed records are constantly broken, new technology is constantly emerging, etc. Seeing all these things I can only wonder: are there really limits? Or are they just constraints on our imagination?

The Candidates

“They have nuclear weapons”, “They will most likely strike America”, “I will tell them to use anything they can think of …”, “I’m wondering where Jack Bauer is”.   Is the republican party serious? Is this really the best candidates they have to represent their party? Do they really think they can somehow salvage what little reputation they have left with this bunch of people? It disappoints me to think that this is really the best we can do, and that this is what the future leadership looks like.  Here’s to hoping the democrats can give us a competent and exceptional candidate rather than just someone that can beat the republicans.

We spend most of our lives dreaming about what we envision our future will be like. Being successful and happy. What does this all mean and what happens when the dream stops being and becomes a reality? Do we just stop dreaming, or does that dream adapt and evolve along with reality?

Our dreams and perceptions are always changing and evolving; so much so that we don’t even realize we are living the dream we had envision years earlier. If we can’t even realize we are living the dream, how will we be truly happy? How will we know when to stop and really enjoy the sought after dream we live in?

I think I’m still dreaming, but I hope to wake up soon.

Lessons Not Learned

We’ve all been victims to it at one time or another - we go decide on something and immediately acting on it we think, “what in the world was I thinking!?” Even after coming into a similar situation, the same choice is made with the same consequence. Why do we do this to ourselves. Had we not learned our lesson the first time this happened? Do we like to feel disappointed? Are we not thinking with our hearts? Ah, there’s the problem - the heart. Such a deceitful and complicated thing. Some times it seems as our hearts are torn between the two choices, other times it seems as if the heart pleads with the brain to give the other choice a second chance - maybe this time will be different. However, the brain seems to always know it made the wrong decision immediately afterwards - or is it the other way around.
There lies the other problem - who is who in the decision making process? Sometimes I think I have more than one heart; other times I wish I was a cold hearted person that didn’t care. The reality is that I care too much and think we are all fundamentally good people. I don’t like disappointing people, but I find myself disappointing too many people - and all too frequently. Funny thing is that I do it while trying to appease everyone. What about pleasing Oscar?

I’m currently conducting a poll for my research in my Senior Project.

Help me out by voting and asking others to vote as well.

Thank you!

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