At this point of age, questions come to us rapidly. Questions that don’t have answers. Questions that drop us into oblivion, make us wondering in the passage of time, or they could be the salvation to our naked souls. One of those cliche questions is “What is life?”. We have at least thought of this question once, and each of us made our own answer, one that we cling on. Mine is death. Death is the point where our lives end, and it’s the motive that makes us try to live life to the fullest. The ending makes us want to value what we are having, Without death would we ever take to time to create all those philosophies? Would everything be as beautiful as it is now? To be able to live and to die, that’s life.

I like to look at people around me when I take the train in the moring. I want to know where they are going and what is happening in their life. Some people are quite energetic in the morning, while some people are trying to take a nap on the train. Old, young, male and femaile all jamed in one small space. It is funny how we are all in the same space and time at the moment, yet we are so different in what we are trying to accomplish. They are in forms of  families, couples and loners. If one person’s life is a movie, I wonder how does it change the story by having people on the train in it.

“If you do something you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.”

What truly interests me, or what I am truly passionate about is the arts. As I child every time my family traveled anywhere I always asked my parents if we could go to a local museum. When I saw a movie that I liked I hunted down the book it was often based on, or a book that remotely related. It was not until I was older that I realized that it was not the common interest of my peers; they all liked sports or watching tv I wanted desperately to visit a new museum. The older I got the more I realized how intrinsic this passion of mine was to my identity. It was this realization that allowed me to focus myself on something I loved, and it gave direction to my life. My goal in life is to follow this and to work towards having a career where I can be involved with art. So that is why I am studying at Baruch towards a major in arts administration.

Here is my Monologue that I’ve developed in my freshman seminar class.