Pieces of Peace

Pieces of Peace

I spent my last undergraduate spring break in Colorado. Boulder, Colorado Springs, and Breckenridge to be exact. I want to say it was so great, that I had so much fun and I did, but what I want those words to truly express is how connected and close those cities allowed me to feel. Countless times I have ranted, in my head and out loud, about what I want and how I feel and what I am looking for and each time I have to say the words it seems I am getting further from actually living the life I spew. But in Colorado the words stopped and the simple state of being began. I could spend forever gushing about Colorado, when I got back everyone asked if I wanted to live there. But for me Colorado just illustrates that those words I rant have the possibility to come into fruition. The mere realization of the idea is what makes my dream worth every struggle.

I did the Manitou Springs Incline, over 2,000 steps and 2,000 feet of elevation, the highest this New Yorker has ever been. When I got to the top, I just felt peace.


A Plea for Disconnection

So we can connect. If I could lead the bright and shining Youths, of the free (and not so free) world I would put in place a mandate to disconnect. It would be called:

The Mandate To Disconnect!

The success of the Internet has been wonderful, unfathomable, and it defines the phrase “life altering.” It has transformed human beings and human interaction to a level unprecedented and has forever changed what it means to exist here on planet Earth. Existence used to be a moving pictures that came in a wooden box with a screen, with commercials that told you to eat out of cans. It used to be calling on a phone with a cord which meant that you could only hide so much from your parents. It used to mean going out to eat and having to nothing else to preoccupy your space except the people physically near you. It used to mean snapping a picture and waiting a week or so to see what it looked it. Existence used to mean minimal documentation. You could walk in and out of schools, towns, or countries, with a light thread; your experience there would be isolated to that place. Existence used to be private.

Now lives are performed in display cases. With filters and extensions to promote flair and friends; friends who know the flair but not so much the person.

If I could rule the world, I would make a plea for Global Unplugging. Everyone would wake up  one day, every lets say 230,952 minutes, and pull out plugs behind flat screens, Apple screens, whatever screens they want. And venture outside, where they will find huge buses waiting to drive them to the country, parts, hiking, apple picking, farms. Any open field of greens or large cabins that have fireplaces and chimneys.

Just to take a moment to replant something that has been forgotten.

Inspired by the Daily Prompt.

Displaced Roots: Birth and Flight

man on fire This is my blog challenge to myself today. I am trying to be more present here but I am having a hard time figuring out what to write. I think that is because all my posts up to now have been scattered bursts of thoughts and half formulated ideas. I mean that is basically where my brain has been since I started writing the blog. I was hoping for my entries to flow along the lining of my life. But seeing as my life has been following the shape of a labyrinth and not a highway, well we got to work with what we got.

So I come from a Panamanian family, we live in an apartment in Brooklyn. I also come from lots of private education. I come from a mother who believes education is above all, and is willing to do anything to see that play true in her children’s lives. So I come from a Catholic School in Marine Park, it is now a Yeshiva. A fancy pants private high school in Bay Ridge, and another fancy schmancy University in Washington, DC. That is a short description of where I come from; East Flatbush mashed up with the lives of the not as lovely, but always entertaining 1%.

I knew early on neither end of the mashup was where I wanted to be. But it wasn’t a known knowing, you know? it came in broken thoughts and mostly waves of confusion, sadness, and isolation. I was good enough at sports, school, friends, well friends most of the time high school is questionable; but my presence in these places for me were jarring. I didn’t fit right.

So I am a recent graduate. I wonder when I can stop using that as a title to prove my innocence. So now as a recent graduate and regardless of everything, awful minimum wage, poor job security, the recent government shutdown, and the looming threat of student loans that will surely drown us all; I believe I have a choice. To uproot myself from either sides of the coin that made my life and choose for myself. I am exhaustingly grateful to my parents, to the ivory walls that taught me(but they also gave me insomnia, stress, and depression… gotta take the good with the bad I suppose), my intention is not to disregard, but simply move on.

So that is where I was, where I am is a mess, a means to an end, but a mess all the same. Where I am going with my dangling feet is a farm in Ireland and Spain and to visit wonderful people and to see wonderful new things! And hopefully to grad school! And then to the end of the rainbow!

Ahh dreams, they can give you wings. So this is it, where I came from and where I am going. It may take a while, but I’m looking for a place to land.