For me, there is no answer to that question. I don't really look up to anyone but my parents. They made me and put up with me for this long and to me, they are saints. That answer however, is boring and not really something to read about. We all have our own reasons for looking up to someone, whether it be what they have done, or what they have said.
Inspiration is what I seek from people. Ideas and innovations put into motion in a way that make people stop and say, "Hey, that's ingenious." I don't look up to people, it's not a quality that I seek out in a person. It's the ideas of a person that make them who they are.
For example, Gandhi led a nation of people through a series of peaceful protest. That's an example we can all follow. The music of Paganini, despite what many will say, is what gives metal music it's hard core edge. That's one of the best examples of inspiration I've ever seen.
It's the ideas and inspiration that will ultimately shape what we do, and what steps we take to make those inspirations come to life. Frank Lloyd Wright made "Falling Water," and look how our architecture has changed since then. Da Vinci had the "Mona Lisa," not to mention all the inventions that he left us with, and look how it's effected our technology.
What I want to see now is the people that are responsible for implementing ideas and inspiration, do so in a way that is practical and environmental friendly. It's from the earth that we get our greatest inspirations. So many ideas are drawn from nature and it's time we stop taking advantage of it, and start saving it so that we can continue to draw more inspiration in the future.
We also need to make sure that we don't demand conformity of people who still have an imagination, and who spend a significant amount of time day-dreaming. There is no more evidence of lack of imagination than the entertainment industry. Currently, top grossing movies are regurgitation of television show from thirty years ago. If we continue on this path, we are in trouble thirty years from now, considering that most television shows now are reality based.
Would I want to be looked up to? No. I think we all want to be remembered for something great, but I think that being looked up puts you on a pedestal that many are not prepared to stand upon. I want to make a difference, and I want to inspire greatness in others. But to be looked up for it is probably asking to much.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
The Day I'd like to Relive....
As I have become older, things that once weren't that big of a deal are now, with regret, things I stress over. Stress is one of the biggest problems in our society. Which is funny, because for something that is basically an idea, or a concept, it causes all sorts of damage.
I'm lucky. I have not dealt with huge amounts of it yet. There are people my age having to make decisions on how to properly care for their parents, or what job to take in order to support their kids. I have reasonably healthy parents and no kids, so currently this is not a problem for me. In my current job, I actually love the stressful situations (to a point), but when I've had enough, I know I need to take a minute and step back and reevaluate my tasks.
But as of late, I've decided to grow up. No more safe job where I'm the one with the answers and can fix everything. I need a challenge. No more living with the parents. I want my own house. I need to have a life and I can't do that on my current payday, and my current profession. I want to travel. I want to experience the good that life has to offer; not the other.
Enter the pressure of trying to do build a life in 6 months. I graduate in May. I want to leave Wal-Mart by then, and I have to be someone that a more professional job will hire. My work has to speak for itself, and I have a lot riding on it. The house, the future vacations, my future marriage, and my future kids (maybe) are riding on my performance.
This is why the day that I would like to relive is the day my senior high school class arrived in Florida for our first day of our Senior Trip. We had to have everything turned in the week before, and a huge paper that was titled, "Our Philosophy of Life," which was just as it said; our outlook on things so far.
I barely slept that week. I pulled all-nighters trying to do journals on poems such as "Ode to a Grecian Urn," and works such as "Tartuffe." The day that the Philosophy of Life was due, I stayed after school, finished it, and drove an hour home to take a shower, and have my parents drive me back to school to leave for Florida.
My other classmates, those who didn't have the teacher I had, only had a notebook and a philosophy of life paper due. They were very well rested and decided to stay up all night. That meant no sleep on the bus. So the next day, when we hit the beach, straight off the bus, before we even went to a hotel room, the sand was my bed, and the sun was my blanket.
Sleep came easy, because I didn't go to sleep thinking about what all I had due the next day. There was nothing due and I wouldn't have that thought again until August.
That was the best four hours sleep I have ever gotten in my life. I've had days off since, and vacations, and Spring Breaks, but none have compared to the literal decompression my mind went through while laying on the beach and sleeping. The waves in the background, and the sun baking my skin, and a gentle breeze making it the perfect stress-free time. When I woke up, tanner, and well rested, I knew I had a new beginning in the works, and the knowledge that part of my life had come to an end.
I'm lucky. I have not dealt with huge amounts of it yet. There are people my age having to make decisions on how to properly care for their parents, or what job to take in order to support their kids. I have reasonably healthy parents and no kids, so currently this is not a problem for me. In my current job, I actually love the stressful situations (to a point), but when I've had enough, I know I need to take a minute and step back and reevaluate my tasks.
But as of late, I've decided to grow up. No more safe job where I'm the one with the answers and can fix everything. I need a challenge. No more living with the parents. I want my own house. I need to have a life and I can't do that on my current payday, and my current profession. I want to travel. I want to experience the good that life has to offer; not the other.
Enter the pressure of trying to do build a life in 6 months. I graduate in May. I want to leave Wal-Mart by then, and I have to be someone that a more professional job will hire. My work has to speak for itself, and I have a lot riding on it. The house, the future vacations, my future marriage, and my future kids (maybe) are riding on my performance.
This is why the day that I would like to relive is the day my senior high school class arrived in Florida for our first day of our Senior Trip. We had to have everything turned in the week before, and a huge paper that was titled, "Our Philosophy of Life," which was just as it said; our outlook on things so far.
I barely slept that week. I pulled all-nighters trying to do journals on poems such as "Ode to a Grecian Urn," and works such as "Tartuffe." The day that the Philosophy of Life was due, I stayed after school, finished it, and drove an hour home to take a shower, and have my parents drive me back to school to leave for Florida.
My other classmates, those who didn't have the teacher I had, only had a notebook and a philosophy of life paper due. They were very well rested and decided to stay up all night. That meant no sleep on the bus. So the next day, when we hit the beach, straight off the bus, before we even went to a hotel room, the sand was my bed, and the sun was my blanket.
Sleep came easy, because I didn't go to sleep thinking about what all I had due the next day. There was nothing due and I wouldn't have that thought again until August.
That was the best four hours sleep I have ever gotten in my life. I've had days off since, and vacations, and Spring Breaks, but none have compared to the literal decompression my mind went through while laying on the beach and sleeping. The waves in the background, and the sun baking my skin, and a gentle breeze making it the perfect stress-free time. When I woke up, tanner, and well rested, I knew I had a new beginning in the works, and the knowledge that part of my life had come to an end.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
What concerns me most...
When asked at any other time about what concerns me most, I would have picked something that affects the nation as a whole; politics, healthcare, the environment. All these are things that I am faced with on a daily basis. I think about how the decisions today will affect me and other 10 years from now. However, as of right now, these are not things that concern me most.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to help people. This goal lasted until one day, a nurse came to visit our classroom, to teach us about nutrition. I was in Kindergarten, and I remember being volunteered to be blindfolded and do a taste-test of pudding. I can't remember why. What I remember later was that I was fed pistachio pudding and I did not like it. After that, thinking that being a nurse meant having to force feed people things they didn't want, I didn't want to be a nurse. I wanted to be Cat Woman.
As the years went by, I changed every career goal according to what struck my fancy. Fashion Designer, Architect, Lead Guitarist, Graphic Designer, Bartender, Black Jack Dealer, Vehicle Customizer, Welder, Spanish Translator,Wedding Planner, Painter, Sculptor, Potter, Writer, Farmer, Retail Manager, and Travel Writer, I have wanted an exciting career of some sort. Girls in my community tend to go toward teaching, nursing or styling hair, and for me, neither were an option I could live with.
Currently, I am working towards a degree in Art, with a minor in Communications, which means that I will be qualified to do a lot of things. However, I'm still not sure what kind of career I will be able to get. This is what concerns me most. I don't know what I am going to be when I grow up, and I'm running out of time.
In May of this year, I have to graduate. I've been in college since 1999, in some form or another. It's been sort of a safe haven. Because of being in school, I've had an excuse not to get married, have children, or have a mortgage. I consider myself lucky to an extent. But lately, I'm worried that I've sold myself short. That I've given up an exciting life for a very warm and comfy security blanket.
This is what concerns me most. In May of this year, I'm hopefully going to receive a diploma for college, and then what am I going to do? I've promised my fiancee that I will marry him, and I've promised myself a house that I've been eyeing for a long time. But what will I be doing on a daily basis to make all this happen? Time will only tell. I just hope that it's something with a variety of things to offer. I hate it when two days of my life are exactly the same. Variety is supposed to be the spice of life. I only hope that a daily 9-5 comes with a little extra spice, just for good measure.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to help people. This goal lasted until one day, a nurse came to visit our classroom, to teach us about nutrition. I was in Kindergarten, and I remember being volunteered to be blindfolded and do a taste-test of pudding. I can't remember why. What I remember later was that I was fed pistachio pudding and I did not like it. After that, thinking that being a nurse meant having to force feed people things they didn't want, I didn't want to be a nurse. I wanted to be Cat Woman.
As the years went by, I changed every career goal according to what struck my fancy. Fashion Designer, Architect, Lead Guitarist, Graphic Designer, Bartender, Black Jack Dealer, Vehicle Customizer, Welder, Spanish Translator,Wedding Planner, Painter, Sculptor, Potter, Writer, Farmer, Retail Manager, and Travel Writer, I have wanted an exciting career of some sort. Girls in my community tend to go toward teaching, nursing or styling hair, and for me, neither were an option I could live with.
Currently, I am working towards a degree in Art, with a minor in Communications, which means that I will be qualified to do a lot of things. However, I'm still not sure what kind of career I will be able to get. This is what concerns me most. I don't know what I am going to be when I grow up, and I'm running out of time.
In May of this year, I have to graduate. I've been in college since 1999, in some form or another. It's been sort of a safe haven. Because of being in school, I've had an excuse not to get married, have children, or have a mortgage. I consider myself lucky to an extent. But lately, I'm worried that I've sold myself short. That I've given up an exciting life for a very warm and comfy security blanket.
This is what concerns me most. In May of this year, I'm hopefully going to receive a diploma for college, and then what am I going to do? I've promised my fiancee that I will marry him, and I've promised myself a house that I've been eyeing for a long time. But what will I be doing on a daily basis to make all this happen? Time will only tell. I just hope that it's something with a variety of things to offer. I hate it when two days of my life are exactly the same. Variety is supposed to be the spice of life. I only hope that a daily 9-5 comes with a little extra spice, just for good measure.
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