In interest of reaching 250 words, I’ll ramble on about different things I think are of relatively major issue.

We’ll start with life.

So.. life is an interesting topic.

What’s the meaning of it? What’s the goal?

I don’t know about the meaning or goal,

but what I do know is that a 100 years from now, we’re probably all going to die.

Unless we have some sort of capsule that keeps us alive – that’d be really cool.

I digress.

In a billion, the Sun is gonna consume Earth.

Eventually, the Universe is going to end through proton decay or heat-death.

Not pretty.

Thankfully, it won’t happen in our time so we’ll still be able to enjoy our lives.

Back to my first topic.

Sometimes I wonder why people even care about some things.

I wonder why people struggle so hard to find meanings of every thing.

Why complicate the simple things in life?

Why not just accept objects for what they are instead of making overly profound idea of that object?

Personally, I think everyone would be a bit more happy if they stopped worrying so much.

Doesn’t everyone want to be happy?

I know I do.

Oh, a separate topic.

Why do people like to compare themselves to others so much?

Its not like doing so will make them any less better or worse than you.

You’ll just end up either feeling worse or jealous.

Well, that’s all I have to say for now.

Because with this, I’ve reached 250 words.

Then again, I seem like I’m slacking right now.

To make up for it, please enjoy this picture of a baby calico cat.

Who am I is a question that I’m positive many of you tend to ask yourselves when you get to certain point in life. I would be lying if I told you all, I know exactly who I am because I’m still growing and learning more about myself each and every day. Though I’m not perfectly sure who I am, however, aware of the exact qualities that I possess.

Some of my characteristics include being pro-active, strong, dedicated, and motivated. Sports are where all these qualities become highlighted through the actions I’ve taken in Indoor track and field. Now, before I started track and field I wouldn’t have described myself as outgoing or athletic compared to after becoming a member of the sport. As a matter of fact, the only reason I joined track and field is because I can’t hit, catch, or throw anything. But don’t underestimate me because I would dominate in running, swimming, or soccer. I was only bad at sport where you had to mostly use your hands. Indeed, I did make it to being one second away from qualifying for nationals that was a great improvement on my part, but I’ll get to that later.

Before, I fell in love with track and field I was very naïve when it came to the sport. I just joined the team knowing that I going to sprint. My coach (who I found out was retired ECW wrestler) made me run through the school’s basement (since we didn’t have our own track but my school was built circular so it was okay) only three times, then the stretching routine, followed my lifting a few weights, and then we’d go home. Then it got more difficult by progressing to eight times round the basement.

My first event was called the “Night of Distance” at the armory that started 7:00 am so the team had to meet on Jamaica Avenue, Queens, NY by 4:30 am to take the E train together. Being the only freshman to attend I decided to use that to my advantage of talking to the upper class men to get some advice and hear about their first track experiences. My coach wrote me up to run the 1000meter race. This was my first race and it was much longer than I had in mind. During the race, I kept a steady pace and sprinted my last round, coming in 4th place. That was pretty amazing and I was extremely proud of myself even though it wasn’t the top 3. It showed how strong I was, I kept running even when I felt like my throat was on fire and I was about to faint on the track. Not to mention my competitors were from Townsend Harris and Bayside High School who dominated long distance events. When it came to the 300meter races though I would always make sure I was in at least the top 3 but everyone knows it’s not about what you come in, it’s about the time you finish in.

I had later on advanced to becoming the Most Improved Player my sophomore year and a second away from nationals in the 300meter run my senior year. I wouldn’t have accomplished this if I weren’t pro-active, strong, dedicated, and motivated.

What is life without a destination?

Is it like going on a journey without a map?

Or maybe a plane without a radar?

It’s a person without a goal.

If life is a car, then a goal is your steering wheel.

It’s meant to guide us,

help us make the right turns,

the right choices.

It determines who we allow into our car,

who we will take with us on this adventure.

But most of all,

it tells us that it’s a necessity.

A life without a goal is a meaningless one,

because it’s what instills passion,

a force that allows us to keep moving forward.

It allows us

to continue driving through the hail, rain, droughts, tornadoes, typhoons, and hurricanes

that await us on the road ahead.

And I’m driving to Baruch. Holding my steering wheel nice and tight.

Are you holding yours?

Sleep on the beach

It was the last task on my best friend’s bucket list.  We’d completed everything else: pogo-sticking competition, Slurpie chugging competition, paddle-boarding in the reservoir and much more before our last summer together was over.  We stuffed our backpacks with blankets, pillows, and snacks, then rode our bikes to the inlet.  Stupidly, we decided to trek out to the jetty and climb up the light tower to watch all the party boats coming in for the night.  In the distance, you could see Jenkinson’s Boardwalk shutting all its lights off.  Calling it a night, we climbed down the rusty and slippery ladder, heading to the sand to sleep.  When we reached the rocks that would take us back to the beach, we realized two things: the tide had risen to a dangerously high point and we barely had any light to guide us across the rocks with gaps large enough to slip through.  We were trapped on the jetty and would have to stay there until the tide went down or the sun came up, whichever was first.  We sat on the concrete slab all night , listening to the waves crash against the T-rocks, unable to sleep and telling stories.  Eventually, we were so carried away that we forgot to even check if it was safe to head back over the rocks.  Neither of us had noticed the time that went by until the sun started to rise.  We climbed on top of the T-rocks to watch it peak over the horizon.  The surfers started to come out, sitting on their boards and watching it, all lined up next to each other.  I didn’t get a wink of sleep that night until I finally went home after the sun came up.  I rode my bike back home, exhausted, the sun kissing my shoulders, thinking of how I would never get to spend another night like that again, grateful that our night didn’t turn out as planned.

Graduation symbolized an end of a chapter and the start of a new one. I kept asking myself, “Am I ready? Is this really happening?” It was all so surreal; the fact that I would leave high school and start a new journey. I soon came to realize that college is much better than high school. Being independent and not having someone over your shoulders all the time was just what I wanted. In college you are in charge of your own destiny. If you want to succeed then you have to work hard, and I love that kind of mentality. I can already tell that this new chapter in life will not be a smooth one. College requires a lot of attention whether it be because of tests, essays, or homework. On top of that, we have to fit in a social life. Despite the fact that it’ll be a roller coaster from now on, I feel like that’s what life is about. You can’t always expect the easy way out, and I don’t intend on taking the easy way out even if there is one. All in all, I’m going to make the most out of my college career.

I’ve only had one love

She has blonde hair and brown eyes

Average height and a bit older than me

She’s treated better than anyone ever has

we have hit some rough patches

I grew up and you were always around

I don’t see you nearly as much as I once did

I still think about you everyday

I remember that one time we went snowboarding

I came down the slope and crashed into you

Now we look back on that and laugh

We think about all the good times we had

You’re the type of girl I love being around

Funny, smart, and kind

Our understanding for each other is uncanny

You’re the perfect package

Now that we’re older

We will have new experiences

You visited me just today

We walked around and got food

I’m happy to say we’ve become best friends

I’m happier to say that you’re my mom

You’ve raised me well

Strict but understanding

I know right from wrong

At times I disappoint you but that’s all on me

I want you to know everything I do

I do for you

You always told me

You only get one mother

I’ve realized just how amazing you are

We would argue, but now we always agree

One day I will give you everything you’ve always wanted

As you have tried to do for me

I don’t know what I would be without you

I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me

I love you mom

Hmm…should I go to Baruch or Binghamton? But dorms at Binghamton cost so much! Baruch is a commuter school its going to be just like high school. These were all the thoughts that were running through my mind when I was deciding which college to attend. I finally chose Baruch because my financial aid covers my tuition and I do not have to pay a cent. This was honestly one of the best decisions I have made in my life. The environment at Baruch is just great. Everyone is so friendly and mature. For some reason I actually enjoy going to school and staying at the library after to do my homework because I can’t get anything done at home. One thing I like most is when you have to go the bathroom to do number two, no one bothers you. I remember in high school when I’m on the toilet and someone walks in, they are like “wtf it smells like ****! Who is taking a ****!” and create a huge scene. However, at Baruch I can peacefully do my thing. Last but not least, there are so many pretty girls. They break my neck everyday and this is why going to Baruch was one of the best decisions I made.

Damn that was deep, I can’t do that

Interpretations, meanings, lessons, I’m not about that

Why are we so afraid of being without that nonsense?

If Shakespeare wanted to express hamlets need to find his fathers murderer

Why couldn’t he just say that

I don’t want to read about an antic disposition

Or a play within a play

To try to figure out that

Why do we need to look for a deeper meaning

In everything we read

Why couldn’t the green light across the water be just that

A green light

Not a “GO” sign for Gatsby

Or his hopes and dreams for the future

What kind of nonsense are we really upbringing

Why cant we accept it for what it is

Motifs, themes, metaphors, their not for me

Want my perspective on life

Just ask me

But don’t expect it to be hidden inside the deeper meaning of a soliloquy

Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls

Girls I do adore.

These girls haven’t been treating me right

I tell them put their number in my phone

I would have thought that they were pitchers

The way they throw curve balls at me

One day I’ll find the right one for me

But for right now I have to focus on this money

Money on my mind, I have to chase it

The only thing I know is how to get it

I just want to be successful and live like Diddy

I work from 10 to 10, no breaks for me

I never heard about a break

What is that?

I’m going to have to talk to you guys later

My money is on the other line.