I drove the speed limit down the long road by the river. The beauty that was right beside me seemed too far. It was as if I were looking through a high definition television screen– so real, yet, not quite. The colors that merged in the sky were so bold but so calm. Tasteless scents of the cool air moved around and tangled my hair as it obscured my vision from reality. The world filled me but I was still empty. I still feel empty; there is no point to a pencil and no sense in an incense, no meaning to a definition. No definition in a shape. No shape in a geometry text book. Life is high, but high is not life.
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It bothers me so much that parents push their children to a certain career to the point where the child is even repulsed by the idea, because of the constant pressure. When an idea is shoved down your throat, then it becomes unpleasant and makes you want to run the opposite way. I can understand that it is coming from a good place. Yes, you want your child to have a successful future and make lots of money to start a family and live well. However, money is not everything. It does not define how successful one is, however much you want to argue it. At the end of the day, the one who is truly happy is the most successful. I can say from experience that just because you have money does not mean that you will be happy forever. It does cut down on the burden of worrying about payments, but as humans, we seem to never have enough. You could be the richest man on earth, and still feel like you do not have enough.
In certain cultures, your career shows your social status, and that is also another reason why parents push their children so much. They do not want their child to be looked down on based on what they do for a living. But why can’t we just be more open minded and stop worrying about unnecessary things such as social status? Why are humans so driven crazy by power and who has it all? We are all people, and must learn to appreciate each other. Stop worrying about your child’s money and social status and let them live to enjoy what they love.
As a parent, you are there to encourage your child to do greater things, but also to support them with their choices. You might not see eye to eye, but both sides must at least try to understand. No one wants their loved ones to live on the streets because they are so broke, but that is no reason to force them to pursue a high-paying-high-status career such as a doctor or judge. I mean, if that is what they want, then, by all means, please encourage them, but you can only bend a branch so much until it breaks.
I haven’t written anything in over a year. Looking through my old posts made me laugh. What seemed like the end of the world back then is now so minuscule.
I have accomplished quite a few things since then: I graduated nursing school and passed the NCLEX. I was also lucky enough to get a job and participate in the StaRN program. Tomorrow will be my first official day with a preceptor in the hospital as a registered nurse. Usually, I would be way too nervous to sleep, but I think that I am too tired to even think about it.
I’ve also learned a lot about myself and people in general. According to different personality test, I am an INFJ and my brightest color is blue, with gold being a runner up. I still get confused with life and how my brain works, but hey– one step at a time, right? If I could commend myself with anything, it would be for gaining more confidence, even if it’s still not as high as I truly wish it to be.
Certain people have shaped me into the person who I wanted to be for a long time. A million thanks would not be enough to show my appreciation to everyone who took their time to involve me in their lives.
I hope to share memories here more often, rather than once a year or so. The act of typing what happens in my daily shenanigans should improve my memory and help me appreciate life more.
His amber eyes looked away into a far distant land that could not be found on earth. Was it heaven? I surely did not know. Heavy sighs engulfed the entire room but not even a depressed outcry could be made. I was speechless, empty. There was nothing I could do but give him my time and love. Was the ten years we spent together enough? I can admit that I was not the best friend that I could be, but I loved him with all my heart. Remembering the time we ran out in the rain and shouted at the whole world made me cry. It was one of the worst days I had in my life and I couldn’t take it. But he was there, and we cooled off in the rain, washing away our pain.
His breaths got quicker and I could not slow it down. I shut my eyes in anguish and awaited for the worst to come. It wasn’t fair. Nothing is fair, when it comes down to this. . .
It’s been so long since I’ve typed up my feelings and thoughts– primarily since the only thing that I seem to be focused on these days is studying.
Over the past few days, I noticed how moody and angry I have become. I didn’t know the cause of this, but I soon realized that it was from built up frustrations that I’ve kept deep inside. For the most part, I am content with how my life is going. I always think of how thankful I am for the blessings that I’ve been given. However, the spoiled child inside of me can’t help but wish for more. I wish that my loved ones wouldn’t get sick; I am tired of people having to deal with health issues that I can’t fix. It makes me feel useless.
I wish that I could be on the same page as
someone, but the more I think about compromising, the more crazy I get. If only we could walk a mile in each other’s shoes; maybe we would understand each other more…
I wish I could get a job. I could complain all day about not getting hired, but it is to my own fault that I have not been getting anywhere. I am planning on applying to as many places as I can during spring break.
Why is money always an issue? I can never have enough of it, as disgusting as that sounds. Out loud, I say that money has no true value, but I know that I am just lying to myself. I need money so I could buy a plane ticket to the Philippines to be with my relatives that I haven’t seen for almost a decade. My frustration levels are just out of this world.
I wish I could remember everything that I learn in nursing school to make life easier (but what fun is an easy life, right?). It is, again, frustrating to work so hard to learn a plethora of information, then lose it a week later. It amazes me how my classmates can pass tests while being employed (and some even have kids). They are good multitaskers that I can learn a lot from. I get very stressed for clinicals and tests and I need to just calm down (easier said than done).
This is just a complaining post that has no point. It’s just good to vent sometimes…
New chapters of my life have always involved pre-anxiety moments. I know that it will always be this way because that’s just the way that I react, well– maybe even overreact at certain prospects. Whether it’s the transition from moving to different places (Philippines to Illinois; Illinois to Ohio; Ohio to Florida) or meeting new people, I always get nervous.
I could list a hundred events that gave me tachycardia, and caused me to be nauseated from thinking about it. Driving out on the open road by myself for the first time was one of those times. I freaked out so much, even though I’ve been driving with my mom on that same road for a long time. It’s safe to say that participating in activities that I haven’t tried before makes me nervous.
At every event, I had that little doubt in my mind that I would not be able to accomplish my goals. Moving from elementary to middle and middle to high school were some of the (from what I thought back then) scariest. However, the transition that gave me the most anxiety was going from sophomore of high school to a freshman in an actual college campus. I thought that it would be so hard, and that I’d hate every minute of it. I didn’t think that I would talk to new people, and that I’d miss high school. That was all wrong. I didn’t miss anything about high school, except for a few people; and it wasn’t even as hard as I thought that it would be.
Now, I am in another transition that is causing my palms to sweat. It’s another big step: going to nursing school. I know that there will be hard times, and it might not be the way that I expect it… but I will remind myself constantly that it doesn’t matter…. As long as I keep moving forward, anything is possible.
It’s true; I can’t swim. I find it very embarrassing. That’s just like someone who never got to learn their A B C’s…. or tie their shoes… or learn how to ride their bike. Living in Florida, people here expect that you know how to swim. As far as I know, all my other friends swim someone decent. A lot of them are also pretty good at it, as in, they’re in the swim team. Their hobbies include just hanging out at the beach to surf or be a semi-merman. Ugh, I feel so uneducated (is that even a right term to use in this situation?)
You’re probably like… well, why won’t you just man up and learn?!! Yeah, I tried multiple times with multiple people. I ended up punching or kicking them. It was awful. I don’t fully trust anyone when it comes to me in the water, even my best friend or my dad. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I guess I’m just really scared of drowning. BUT, my mom said I knew how to swim when I was two… how can I possibly just forget?
It was probably a decade ago that someone tried to teach me. She promised that she wouldn’t let go when I tried to float, but she LIED!!! (that’s my childish self talking)… I was floating, all excited, then she let go! That’s when I lost trust. She said that I was swimming by myself, but I was so terrified when she let go that I sank.
I hope that I end up learning so that I would stop embarrassing myself. The person who ends up teaching me (that works) would be a miracle maker. Wish me luck… because I’m going to a birthday beach party this Saturday… *cries*
I never thought that I would stop playing with dolls, but that was the old me. I thought that I’d be playing barbies with my older sister as long as we lived, and that it would always be like that: fun and games. It did make me sad when SHE stopped playing first, but I still stayed in that childish wonder bubble that I thought would never pop. Middle childhood was, collectively, the best time of my life (I say middle because I don’t remember early childhood so much.) There was never really a day that was bad, and I had an ocean load of imaginative ideas that kept me going. I would wonder how things worked, why certain things happened, always curious. That was a time when I didn’t know much “facts” and when I really didn’t have much boundaries. Rocks would be entertaining to me. The simple things always cheered me up. I was always genuinely happy. I realize that it was a time when I didn’t care about how I looked or what people thought about me. Of course, since I was just a child free from worries.
When I think about it, it’s mostly because the internet wasn’t exploding at that time yet. I couldn’t believe it when a saw a little five year old girl with her own iPad. The early 2000’s gave me a backyard to explore and crumpled newspapers that I play-pretended to be freshly baked bread from my bakery (a.k.a. front porch.) I didn’t have any electronics except for the television, which I watched a lot of cartoons from– but not so much that I didn’t have time to express my spontaneous imagination.
Having experienced two years in a college campus now, I feel that that child part of me is slowly being stripped away. The innocence that provided me genuine happiness from simple items is diminishing. Again,as a younger child, I didn’t think this would happen. I saw many grumpy elders and adults that were so involved and stressed with their jobs. I told myself that I wasn’t going to be like that. I would always hold my barbie in my hand and find time to play. I would be the grown up that didn’t get caught up with insane worries. I would be a child at heart until the day I died…. Yet, I forgot about those thoughts. I’ve been the opposite. I care about stupid things like how I look and how people would judge me.
I just finished watching one of my childhood movies: Spirited Away; that’s why I’m writing this. When the movie ended, a surge of that childhood wonder came back. The magic in the movie itself lifted me up: I was literally “spirited away.” That’s when the thoughts of being my old kiddie-self came back… that breathtaking awe that no other thing can give me. I am still feeling it now. (mostly from the nostalgia)
So to my even-older-future self, I hope that you get to read this. I want you to remember that there is still a child inside of you. Don’t be an old fart, forgetting about beauty in simple things.
This randomly popped up in my brain today, and I had to write it.
She sat on a swing as the rain started to pour.
“Come inside,” I said. I held it open, the door.
What took me by surprise was the smile on her face,
Eyes fixed on the stormy clouds, she looked so amazed.
I asked why she was so happy on such a dark awful day,
And she said,
“Because when it’s all over, I’ll go on my way.
There is a man at the end of the rainbow
Who’s waiting to grant my wish
All I have to do is wait til the storm passes by
When the trees had enough to drink and the sun starts to shine
I will follow that rainbow until I reach the end
Find that man and wish for hearts to mend.”
The young girl’s fable I didn’t believe
No gifts from a rainbow that you could receive
“Stop all that nonsense and come on inside.
Wipe off your shoes and make sure they have dried.”
A decade has passed and I remembered that girl
When the cloud turned black and started to whirl
It lasted awhile, but sure enough, the sun came out
With it, a huge rainbow that washed over my doubt
Insane as it seems, I drove for miles and miles
Stopped on a bridge overlooking some isles
I must have been dreaming, for what did I see?
The “end” of the rainbow, shining on me
But then I saw something even more strange
A frail old man suddenly at close range
He appeared out of nowhere, with just a white cloak
When’s the last time he ate? I’m sure he was broke.
So, so, skinny…
But his smile was just like the little girl’s
Genuine and kind, more valuable than pearls.
He said, “I’ll grant you a wish, just say the word.”
I must be going crazy, this is absurd.
“I gave all my belongings away
For hope that it would make people’s day
I can only give what i already own
But all of my seeds have just been sown.
You get one wish, so what would it be?”
I looked at him… were my eyes deceiving me?
A man who had nothing was offering me a request
I started to think and I felt so blessed
“Keep your things, if you even have any.
You know it’s quite hard to find many.. people like you.
I just ask for your wisdom, A heart… how does it mend?
It’s not like rubber that easily bends.”
Pointing his fingers to the rainbow above
He bowed his head and said, “It’s all about love.”
A wind blew so strongly that I shut my eyes
Then he was gone, with that four word goodbye.
-Okay, so cheesy poem that kind of / kind of not makes sense.
I just watched the Maury show on youtube… Why, you might ask? How did I even end up there? I started out watching a guy do a magic trick, and I ended up there.
So, basically, the 18 year old girl has TWO kids, a two year old son and a one-year old daughter. She wanted to find out who the possible FATHERS could be. Yes, there were AT LEAST 10 candidates, but only 5 could be on the show. Four of them were related! They were all cousins! I was baffled! It’s crazy how they shouted at each other and ugh… I can’t even express how I feel about that video…
I hate the way they were talking, as if her children were pieces of crap that were just “mistakes.” The guys let out a huge sigh of relief when they found out that they weren’t the father, as if “Okay. I can finally move on with my life, and some other person can take responsibility of those kids.” What the heck. Those kids are going to grow up knowing their mom made some very stupid decisions. This is why I want to be a pediatric nurse; kids deserve better. I know it’s my fault for watching the entire 10 minute video anyways, but I want to slap that mother. Yes, I give her credit for even raising her kids, but dang… You should see her facial expressions… I can’t even…
So if you feel like having tachycardia, angina, and hypertension tonight, then watch that video.
I’m not even going to give you the link because I’m not THAT mean. But be assured, you will lose some brain cells after watching that video.