Sunday, March 9, 2014

What Do I Carry?

The things we carry help us shape who we are and who we would like to be. They distinguish us from the crowd. They help us make a name for ourselves. Whether it's a physical item or a simple dream.

The "physical" item I could never leave home without is my cell phone. Typical teenager, right? My phone makes me feel connected in a way that I don't quite understand myself. I call it an obsession. It's a bad obsession but it's just something I can't like without. I guess I also use it as a distraction. Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, my music. All part of something I use to get through the day, sometimes.

Everybody has that one dream they wish would come true. Mine is being able to say "I made it." My mom didn't finish high school and my dad just went to college for a year. Why? They had me. My biggest dream is to able to accomplish everything they couldn't and hand them my college diploma and tell them thank you for everything they did and every sacrifice they made. I also would be the first person in my family to go to college. But that also is a weight that I have to carry and I can't wait till the day that I can finally take it off.

My relationship has to be no other than my parents. They're my inspiration and my role models. They push me to do the best I can every day and to never give up. They are my rock. They're the people that at the end of the day I can come home to and not be judged. I wouldn't trade them for the world and I am lucky enough to have them in my life.

I'm never really good at saying who I am. I guess I haven't "found" myself yet and I don't know who I want to be. But I know I want to be someone good, then again who doesn't? Three adjectives that come to mind when I think about myself are cautious, easy-going, and optimistic. I am cautious in a way that I don't let me people in easily. I take my time opening up to people and even longer in order for me to trust them, but that's better than getting hurt, right? But once I start trusting someone I'm more easy-going and I'm more open to them. Kinda like I am right now, opening up to the people that might or might not look at this blog. So, I guess that's a start.  I believe I'm a very optimistic person. I want to believe that there is a brighter side to any solution. Even if it's the ugliest situation, there always has to be a better outcome.

My memories are a part of who I am. Whether good or bad, they have taken me to where I am now. Sure, I am not proud of some of them but I have managed to move past them and made something better for myself. I believe memories are something that will always be there whether to haunt you for the rest of your life or they can be used as a motivation to help one move past the "has beens." If that even makes sense. But for me, my memories are used as a motivation and that's why they are so important to me.