I don’t kill, I don’t hurt others, I may not like being in crowds, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love people. I love animals, I love to walk, I love to dream, I love to write, I love to read, I love to stay still. I’m not a doctor, I’m not a CEO, I’m not a lawyer, I’m not an Engineer. I’m an artist, and that’s who I am. Is that so hard to accept?
“You should be a CEO. You should be a lawyer. You should be a private investigator.”
“You should be,” is what I’ve heard so many times. But, how about who I want to be? Why can’t some people accept who I really am? If I’m not self-destructing or hurting others, if what I do makes me happy, why can’t they accept it? I’m not going to succumb to peer pressure and follow what others think I should do. I never have and I don’t plan to do it any time for the rest of my life. I’m going to follow my dreams and leave the legacy I was born to pass on. Money isn’t everything. Money isn’t going to buy me immortality, but my dreams are going to grant me everlasting happiness. Whenever my time comes, I want to close my eyes and smile knowing I achieved my happiness and inspired others.
I have two choices, let others rule my life and become the woman I shouldn’t be, or realize my dreams and become the woman I was born to be. I choose the latter.
Today, I met a group of Dutch seniors (yeah I totally live life on the edge) who taught me how to say ‘hello,’ ‘how are you,’ and ‘thank you’. They were super friendly and made me want to learn Dutch. Will I ever? Probably not. I’m still on Intermediate French, so by the time I’m fluent and take on Dutch, I’ll probably be a goner. I do like to learn basic greetings in different languages, it helps me appreciate different cultures this way. What is YOUR heritage? Do you speak 1 or 10 languages?
I’m Hispanic, Spanish and French. I speak English, Spanish, basic French, a little bit of Italian and Portuguese (because they’re similar to Spanish). My grandpa’s step dad was Chinese, so I grew up eating Chinese food, but I only know how to say ‘hello,’ ‘thank you’, and ‘goodbye’.
I finally was able to walk to the grocery store today. The sidewalks aren’t icy! I guess Mother Nature is not on PMS anymore. In the middle of my walk, a thought came into my mind. The strangers we walk by or see on a daily basis, do we get to see them again? To be honest, I don’t really notice a lot of people I pass by on a daily basis, so I do wonder if I’ve been passing by them for a long time, or maybe for the first time.
I tend to see a lot of seniors (as in the elderly) if I go to the mall early in the mornings. You see them in groups, in pairs, alone. How many times have I run into the same seniors? Will I live to be one and look as happy with their friends as they do? I know everyone has a different life, and we all have struggles, but I have yet to see an angry senior while s/he eats breakfast with her/his friends. It’s probably just where I live, or my mind just loves to play tricks. Oh well…
I like to think we will all stop running into unpleasant people, but that will never change. For every person that makes a positive change, there is a person that makes a negative one. Eventually, I do hope one day we can all live in peace.
Not everyone you come across with is meant to stay in your life. You never know who are you going to meet, and how they’re going to shift your life (whether in a positive or negative direction). Sometimes when you meet someone new, and they tell you they used to take steps where you have already stepped on, you say, “We’ve probably run into each other at some point”. What are the odds you have?
Who knows, maybe the next person you bump into will change your life.
To be honest, I don’t know why such a thought would elaborate in my mind. And to be brutally honest here, I don’t think I’m making a lot of sense.