There will come a time in your life when you realize that all this time, you have been wrong about someone. Where through two to three encounters with a person and you've already decided every thing about them. Today I'm here to tell you that if you've ever done this, you've been truly wrong.
For the past six years of my life, I've distanced myself from my grandparents. Whenever I'd come home and see them in the kitchen, in the living room or even on the computer, I would just mumble a quaint hello and go on with my life. To me, they were never really people who I took time to get to know. Thoughts like "there's a major age gap between us" or "they'll never understand my problems" kept me away from them. Every time I considered starting up a conversation, the little voice in my head told me that I had too much work to do, or that we had nothing to talk about. For years it went on like this. Occasionally I found time for an awkward hug or "How was your day" between mouthfulls, but never in a million years did it occur to me that these two were actual people with great stories and memories to share over biscuits and tea. To this day it embarrasses me to think that I know more about actual strangers than people whom I've shared a fridge with for as long as I can imagine. Today, for the first time in what feels like forever, I had an actual conversation with my grandfather, and to my great surprise, it actually lasted for more than thirty seconds. I can't believe that to this day, I was missing out on such an intellectual, funny and sweet human being. Oh the things we talked about, my mouth actually hurts from smiling for so long. When things got a bit serious in our conversation, I asked him a question.
"Are you afraid of death?" I asked.
He took a minute to answer, most likely caught off guard by the question.
"The one that is afraid of death isn't afraid of death itself, but is afraid of what comes after it". He responded, complacent with his response.
I unexpectedly got teary, and literally felt my heart break into two pieces. I'm still unsure to as of why. He switched the topic and begin rambling about how obnoxious I was as a child. When he noticed the pencil still in my hand and the empty sheet before me, he stopped.
"I'll leave you to your work. Thank you for talking to me. Now I will go and have some milk, pray and fall sound asleep, and you will finish your work. Twelve days will go by like this then I will head off to Pakistan and you will forget about me".
This caught me off gaurd. Is this what he thought I wanted? I never really seemed to notice him, always thinking about one thing or the other. It never occurred to me that maybe sometimes he too, wanted to talk to me but was shot down when he saw me get back tired from school.
"I'll never forget about you" I responded.
And that was a promise.
Whenever you have a problem, perhaps a bad grade, an altercation with a friend or even cheating on your diet, remember that everything will be okay. Trust me when I say that there are thousands of others a few miles away fighting for their lives, hooked up to a monitor and releasing their last breaths. Never take your life for granted and remember that the few issues we face in our daily lives do not--by no means predict the end of the world. Never do I ever wish to hear a complaint because halfway across the world there are mothers watching their children die in their arms with pains a tablet of Tylenol could cure. There is a young boy learning to aim a shotgun for the purpose of defending those dear to him. There is a young girl by her mothers bedside drowning in her tears and regretting every second of her lifespan she didn't care to spend with her.
From this day on, there is no predicament you cannot dissolve. Follow the direction of your dreams and strive to do good. This is a promise to yourself that you must keep. You must always inflict gratitude, even when confronted with evil and unfortunate. Although you may be too young to know too much about life, understand that you posses the power to face it. Love everyone and do what brings satisfaction to your soul. Your purpose in life is to work to your highest potential and surmount all obstacles that stand in your way. Drop all distractions and make something out of yourself. Don't die as a follower, die as a leader. Contribute to this world on a global scale, but remember to start with the organ pumping within you---your heart. You may be young, but you can make a difference. Do it for humanity. Most importantly, do it for yourself.
Let's start off with a hello. My name is Duriba. I like to sketch (even though I seriously can't to save my life), write, eat high calorie foods and do basically anything that doesn't involve getting up. I've started this blog in means to keep a fair account of my life. It is merely to watch myself grow as a writer, to rant about whatever arises in my mind and to voice my opinions on political, social and daily issues. I will not post regularly and do not expect much feedback. I will simply post whenever and whatever I desire about my everyday occurrences or conflicts. I will also post my past pieces written for school papers, advice columns or essay competitions. I do affirm copyright on everything I post unless stated.
Ok, WOW. Was that formal! Anyway, I'm pretty sure you get the point. Hopefully I won't ever have to post anything that sophisticated or stern. This is where I will post musings, rants, photographs and practically anything I find interesting. If you are bored enough, you can keep up with my life and everyday things that go on in it. As stated above, I won't be posting regularly as I have priorities and schoolwork to complete. This whole blogging thing is simply a lax hobby I will pursue when I have seriously nothing to do, because none of you are as important to me as an APUSH Report. I hope that little statement there boosts your self esteem to the maximum.
I write to express my passions, views and opinions on different types of cheese, and to heal myself. I am an aspiring law student and hand model for McDonalds. I currently reside in the United States, and study at UT Austin. Most importantly, I wholeheartedly hope you enjoy what my work has to offer.