For those of you who do not know me, "my friends" can tell you I am always in a deep thought. Since the start of my undergraduate studies, I have had quite a journey adjusting to life on my own. My "independence day" was both a victory and a tragedy. The hard truth is that I can be the most fearless but conventional person, even organized but careless. I am sure we all have had the same struggles. So, I have decided to share my journey over the past three years (in a snip bit). While studying in Xi'an city China, I watched the sequel to Independence Day, Independence Day Two Resurgence. The plot led me to allude to several parts for my reflection.
Year 1 was filled with an abundance of Fever: Seeing the patriotism expressed in the movie made me realize my eagerness to begin my undergraduate studies. However that year was filled with many club activities and courses that were outside of my major. Now, I realize how much of a wanderer I was because of my need to be involved in so much. There was the Charlotte Concert band, dance, art club, dance club, college Democrats, CRU for Christ, Chapel etc... I was trying to fill the time with my high school endeavors so that I could have the comfort of home. My only highlight was that "I pulled it all off," academics and all. My school spIrit was none other than a love sick addiction for home sweet home.
The Second coming is enlightenment as I made my transition into adult hood. (Only after realizing that they had made a mistake by shooting down the probe, did the remaining inhabitants of earth come to terms with the near invasion and make preparations.) Likewise, it was the fear of something new which left me longing for the past. I should have done more things outside of my box or had the courage to explore more within my major area like help with a campaign, some more political involvement etc. I entered college wanting to be more politically engaged but I was not politically active.
Then came happiness. In life, we will always have self-discoveries. I hear my mother's wisdom all the times when she says, "experience is the best teacher." While all experiences may not be the best, sometimes the worst kinds achieve the best growth. Since I left home, I have been trying to balance my personal interests and individual will. While we all know college can distract from that with all the groups, "clubs," events and parties. Recently, I have been able to find my own calling. (I am not sure if it is the pressure of senior year and me about to take the next steps into "the real world.") Regardless, some embarrassments have faded into the background and the start of a career interest has helped to guide me in being my own person.
How have you been coming into being your own person?
