For the sake of december travels coming up,
December 3, 2016
We travel because we need to, because distance and difference are the secret tonic to creativity. When we get home, home is still the same, but something in our minds changed, and that changes everything.
We’re all thankful for family, friends, the life we live, etc. Thanksgiving is the day of gratitude yet some of us skim the whole year without a mere thought of appreciating what we have. I know I don’t live a life I’m technically proud of but I thought just maybe I was living a somewhat righteous life. But then… I binge watched documentaries, then caught up on some of the news around the world and I can just say that I’ve been living under a rock. All this time, I’ve been caught up with cosmo, what to eat to stay below 110 pounds and the latest style off the streets but that would basically just mean I’m extremely shallow. Which, shocker, I am. I live day by day as a joke and am completely blind to actual babies, dying. Mini populations starving to death, women being accustomed to rape and other grisly inhumane things occurring on a daily basis. I’m immune to the pain they’re feeling. I don’t know if tv, movies and/or the news desensitized me to all that’s happening around the world but it has. You’d never think you’d be caught up in your own life, what this/that means and all the silly things that literally won’t matter in a month, let alone a week. My parents always told me not to get caught up in the whirlwind of the foolish present and I never listened. I always perceived my problems as the end of the world and until now, I still do. When they say millennials need a reality check, I agree. Well not all, maybe just a handful of them which I’m a part of. What is important to a typical college girl? Well, here’s my mind segmented into portions of importance:
- Appearance- Appearance is an important factor to your happiness, don’t get me wrong. But don’t let it consume you. I’m guilty over obsessing over the way I look. HA, Such a joke. Take care of yourself and be happy in the skin you’re in. Shop but not to impress others. Primp yourself but not to just grab the attention of others. Stay fit not just to impress the opposite sex. Do it for you and only you. At the end of the day, you’re the only one who will reek the benefits.
- Lifestyle- Lifestyle is all about what you perceive it to be. If there’s a lifestyle you want to live, work for it but don’t make every element of your life correspond to the “lifestyle” you’re trying to portray. I need to teach myself to live in moderation. Temperance is key.
– Memories are extremely important to me but I do the most deranged things for the sake of having a memory. Don’t lose your dignity to make a memorable story. Make memories but make sure your heart, soul and mind are into it also
- School- Should always be important. Not the most impelling until you understand it or it clicks but at the end of the day, we walk out with our degrees backed up by our knowledge. What we don’t walk out with are the cute smirks from the boys in your class. Priorities, Priorities, Priorities.
We like to believe we don’t care for boys, which some of us really don’t. I for one, don’t think I’ll ever take boys seriously, it has to do with my immaturity level. Still waiting on the day I grow up, hopefully sooner than later. But it might just be a blessing in disguise because I can focus on bigger and better things. For the ones who do, just make sure you don’t lose focus.
- Friends/Family- They’re my life, literally. I love them to death and always will. Just like your lifestyle, you have to learn to live in moderation and balance. Even with friends and family, they’re a huge part of your life but not your life. Make sure to give time for yourself.
What should be important to me that isn’t
- Morals- I want to be righteous, I really do. I know I’m far from it but it all starts with a want. From there, you push it to a need and live your life day by day with what your heart tells you is the virtuous thing to do.
- The world I’m so caught up in what’s happening in my little century but we’re born human. We need to care for each other, love each other and cherish each other. If someone needs help, we should help. If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, we should lend a shoulder. I have to stop excluding myself, life’s too short to say you’ll help one day. Look at me, I’ve been saying it for years now. When they say you need to start now, it’s because we’re the species of procrastination.
- Appreciation I need to learn to appreciate. I never do. I don’t even know how to appreciate myself and how can you appreciate this world and what it has to offer if you can’t even appreciate the basic foundation of life, you.
This thanksgiving, I have a lot to be thankful for but I have to give a lot of thanks. I want to thank the people who have already lent their helping hands and always have. The ones who do good with no expectation of anything in return. The ones who truly care about this world and the species residing in it. There’s not very many like you in this world anymore, we’re caught up in distractions. You were wise enough to not be distracted by them. And of course, a huge thank you, to the one and only, my mom. Your savoir-faire makes you seem literally indispensable in anything life has thrown our way. I adore you for everything you do. I promise I won’t be thankful for just shopping sprees this year. Oh and huge thanks for forcing me to go to Amman in December. A culture shock I’ll definitely need a dose of. Thanks to my best friends, without you, I wouldn’t know what making a complete idiot out of ourselves would look like. But I wouldn’t have it any other way because what’s life without our endless giggles, horrible (like literally the worst) jokes, endless rants and motivational speeches to each other. I don’t care how lame it would be to quote “Blessed with the best” because hello, I am! And for that, I need to give back in return.
Who else dreads the future of 9-5’s, serious relationships and responsibilities other than making it to your 9am. Who yearns for independence, personal choices and of course, adulting. Even with all the positives aligned, there’s something tragic about growing up. Then again, something exhilarating. But, who said I can’t have my cake and eat it too?
It seems to me that the years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
-Helen Mirrin, In the Frame
Why do we use youth as a scapegoat for our future. Can’t we just embrace both frame of minds. Here’s a worthier argument, When is anybody ever ready to grow up? I was a careless child paired with reckless. Surprisingly, still am. Whether that be switching out Limited Too for Zara, Nesquik for Starbucks and Sketchers to 6 inches, My 1995 mini me is still parallel to me. We all grow, don’t get me wrong but your inner innocence lingers. Your 8-year-old persona is a second voice to your present one. When we’re younger, we’re considered utterly naive and immature but our parents have a world of knowledge resting on their shoulders. 10 years roll by, You’ve aged and then you start noticing the little immaturities your parents possess and the tables have turned. There isn’t a happy medium, nobody is ever fully grown up. We’re humans, constantly growing and thriving. Don’t be too critical on yourself, whether that be you have yet to find CNN intriguing and switch to ABC or you still make the most childish jokes when you’re 21 (me). Growing up is a way of life rather than a life decision. Events mold you, People change you and Time grows with you. With this, you realize what you want and who you want to be. Reality taught us, there is no such thing as being an adult. You only grow older, and If you’re lucky, Wiser. Be whoever you want to be and lay off being a pessimist on the whole growing up ideal. It’s life, since when do we take it too seriously.
It’s here! Well, almost. In just a few short weeks, crispy leaves + caramel apples + knit scarves will be taking over. If you’re not a fan of fall and all the shenanigans that tag along with it, I honestly don’t know what to say to you. Not only is it fall, but also boulevarding season at SMU. Orange juice will be pouring in every corner and everyone will be committing the crime of white after labor day. Let’s not forget everyone hiding their actual state of mind behind their shades. I won’t even lie saying I onlined shopped for hours trying to find the perfect intricate playsuit that corresponded with wedges, for the illusion of endless legs. But then again, what girl didn’t? I don’t know how many people are lucky enough to take college on with their best friends, but I’m lucky (and unfortunate) to have. For the pros, they did give me my personal campus tour, personal “Not-to do’s tour” which included being restricted to ride my mint green bike around campus and luckily have their priorities in check with a mix of adventure on the side. For the cons, they make me maintain a diet in digg’s/chickfila/starbucks everyday (freshman fifteen, 3 years late). Fall is going to be a season for the books, especially with my oh so favorite month, October! It’s like the obsession of dressing up at age 5, never goes away. Thank god for having a group vote on costumes or my friends would probably go as cats year after year. Reading my current read on the porch watching leaves falling, while burning my tongue on a cup of tea is the one mini-getaway in october that has nothing to do with horror. With scary movie marathons and the new season of AHS, my adoration with freaky weird shows will be continiously fulfilled. The trips planned for fall break including the debate between ACL or hitting the slots at vegas include countless memories but countless under-eye bags. As for our two other favorite holidays; thanksgiving and christmas, that’s still a long way away. Never was into pre-planning. With 50 shades of brown this fall, we’ll see what it has in store.
It’s 2016. Yet, we’re still in a world where racism, sexism, financial prosperity, and religion divide us into something I’d like to call segments of none of this matters. Let’s not overlook how millennials distinguish themselves by physical appearance, likeableness and all the other materialistic (excuse my french) bs. I’m guilty and repulsed of my self. Why is it so simple to judge yet too challenging to keep our inner demons quiet. Why is it that we ponder on making the world different but never proceed with forceful actions. Why is it that we say one thing but really believe another. I’m so fed up with my actions not following my inner thoughts. Society takes a toll on us but just how much? Better question is, How do we make it stop? What does it take to make a change? A change that will ripple through our generation and generations to come. Whether that be a few ginormous changes or hundreds of small ones. Why through all these centuries, we’ve yet to learn how to love. What are we using with what we’ve been blessed with when we came to this earth. God gave us the human body. For what? He gave us eyes not so we could judge the skin color or body weight of another but so we could enjoy the beauty life has to offer. Whether it be the San Francisco Beaches or the vivid green mint leaves in your morning tea. He gave us ears, not for listening to libel, defamation, and insults but to hear words of wisdom. To hear advice from mentors or soft “I love you’s” from people who are near and dear to your heart. He gave us arms and legs not to just sit down and eat lay’s but to take action. To help others in need, maybe to those who weren’t born with the same limbs as we were. He gave us mouths, not to talk nonsense but to speak our minds. Speak our minds in what we believe is right for mankind. He gave us brains, to educate ourselves with as much knowledge as this life can hand to us. Here’s a little flashback: I remember, when I’d spend my weekends with my grandpa at Barnes N’ Noble and he would spend sunrise to sunset just reading. This was a daily occurrence. My 9-year-old self eventually got deathly bored and I asked him why he never did. Got bored, that is. He told me, “No matter how old you are 10 or 99. Learning doesn’t stop. Engross and educate yourself as much as you can, life is too short. I’m trying to learn as much as I can before it’s too late.” It clicked, we only have so much time to learn a world full of knowledge. I was 9 and already running out of time. We only have so much time to focus on what really matters. Since when do the little things become national topics and the big things turn minuscule. I want to give future generations hope, whether that be for my future kid’s or for a future Malaysian Mother in need of good fortune. We are all one, whether some would like to believe it or not. You could be in the top-tier of America’s elite but you are just as capable as anybody else in making a change for this world (You may just have a tad bit more pocket change). You could be Jewish, Olive Skin Toned or the opposite of a social butterfly, none of it truly matters. All that does is treating each other with the respect and rights we were all granted when we were born into this world. Instead of turning a blind eye to those in need, Lend a helping hand. From the wise words of Norman Vincent Peale “Change your thoughts and you change the world.“Just remember, it all starts with yourself.