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We live in an amazing world. You could quite literally spend your entire life traveling and seeing the sites, and you would not even manage to take in a fraction of everything there is to see. You can discover the most amazing, breathtaking things in the most unexpected places. I don’t like getting too familiar with a place, because I feel as though I am wasting time that I could be exploring some amazing new place. Since I am young, I have not been able to do nearly as much traveling/exploring as I’d like, but there is no doubt in my mind that that is exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life. I have a thirst to see as many amazing things as I can before I die.
I come from a small town where not many people leave, and almost no one has any desire to. Maybe it was this upbringing that has made me so sick of this attitude. I simply cannot fathom how many people are so comfortable with staying in the same town their entire life, and will die having not seen anything. I don’t believe in becoming comfortable with a certain place, because once you’ve become comfortable, it is not nearly as exciting. You have seen everything there is to see in that place. There are too many amazing cities and sites in the world to become comfortable living in or visiting just one. Every new place offers amazing new experiences. I would rather find my home within a person instead of a place. I don’t want my “home” to stay anchored to one place. Rather, I can spend my life going from place to place within someone that I feel comfortable exploring with.
I encourage you to be a tourist. Don’t become a local. There are too many wonders in this world to pretend that we are “just fine” staying where we’re at. We were put on this earth to explore; it is human nature. So do just that, and discover something amazing
Mankind has always needed leaders. We complain about rules and structure from the time we are born until the day we die, but we desperately need it. Without rules to follow and societal expectations to abide by, what would we do? We are born with goals, and the majority of people’s goal align with societal expectations on what we should do with our lives. Society tells us what success and happiness are, and how to achieve them. We do not question it, because we are told so. Our leaders reaffirm this, and push us to achieve “The American Dream.” I often wonder to myself why I do what I do. I busted my ass throughout grade school to get into the best college I could, so I can get the best job and make the most money that I can. I strive to be “successful”. But where did this definition of success come from? Whose to say success for one person is not completely different for somebody else? I push myself to achieve everything that I can simply because I feel that I am supposed to. I was taught that that is how I should live my life. I have accepted that that is how I am going to live my life; that I will work hard and hopefully find a sense of purpose in what I do with myself. I just often find myself questioning what it is that pushes me to do what I do. That invisible force that I feel compelling me to do my best at everything. It seems to me that we are almost in a way enslaved from day one by societal expectations. We see people with nice things, driving nice cars, and living in big houses. We idolize celebrities because they have what we want. Money drives our decisions. We work our asses off so we might achieve happiness through possessions and money. However, many die unhappy because they find that happiness was not in what they purchased. I have come to the conclusion that I will make money not to become a slave to my possessions, but to be financially unburdened. I want to spend my years traveling, and seeing everything there is to see. I want to do everything I want to do. That is only possible if I have the means to do so. I want to break societal expectations by making money not so I can prove how rich I am, but so I can find myself and find what it is that makes me happy. Make the money, don’t let the money make you.
In America, is every voice truly equal? In a democracy, shouldn’t my voice carry as far as anyone elses? Today, that is only an illusion. The idea that us, the American people, have a say in who becomes the next president of the United States is only a sad misconception. The men and women who run for office are only puppets of the political machine that is the Republican and Democratic parties. The potential candidates are hand picked by party heads and political donors (wall street, big money Super PACs) whose say so matters much more than yours and mine. We many choose which party wins or loses, but the concept that any man or women can be the president is a tall tale. Money runs the country we live in today. Votes are bought and sold. Elections can be won and lost with huge sums of money. Super PAC’s donate monstrous sums of money in order for the candidate that will carry out their wishes to win. Candidates promise favors to corporations and wall street in order to garner their support and the money that comes with it. It is the sad truth. I have lost all faith in both major political parties. I do not favor one over the other; either is as bad as the other. I believe it is this time in America, when there is so much frustration with the political system, with Washington, that a third party needs to make its entrance. A third party could be what we need to provide a new voice for many fed up Americans. I will be voting for a third party this November. Many tell themselves that their vote will be lost if they vote for a third party, but that is exactly what the political machine wants us to believe. We need to come together and find a way to put an end to the machine that is Washington DC. Wake up America.
What is it that causes one person to behave completely different than another? Why do some of us have short tempers, and others have sustained patience? Why do some of us excel and perform under any circumstances, and some of us tend to fail or struggle at all times? Is it preset from birth? Do we all have a set attitude towards life when we are born due to genetics, or does nurture come into play? Does the way we are raised, our surroundings, friends, and circumstances shape our attitude towards life? These are questions I ask myself so often. I wonder daily how my peers differ so strongly from myself. I wonder what happened in someone’s life to give them the characteristics that they share today, or if perhaps they were born with them. I like to believe that I gained many of my traits through genetics, and others I incurred as I went through life. I have not changed much through the course of my life. I have the same friends as I did in my childhood, and I act the same as I did years ago. However, I have seen many of my peers change drastically over the course of a few years. Some of us are more set in our convictions and beliefs than others. I believe we are the way we are due to a combination of nature and nurture. We are born with a set of traits that we will carry through life; and many situations we encounter and people whose lives we will share ours with will rub off on us. It is a very interesting concept. We are in a way, an unfinished piece of pottery when we are born. We have been shaped to a certain extent, but in no way are we done being shaped.
I am surrounded by hate. I am troubled by the fact that there is so much hate in this country I love so much. This election year has highlighted the outstanding differences between the different groups in America. We are more separated than ever by race, ethnicity, gender, and political parties. Our politicians do nothing to solve this; in fact they have only made it exponentially worse. This is not limited to one side of the aisle. Right wingers that have backed Trump have chosen a candidate that they see will magically fix all of their problems with the snap of a finger. They trust him because he speaks to the crowds as if they were his long time friends. He uses no political correctness, and speaks his mind. However, this has come with extremely inflammatory rhetoric that has made many Americans feel as though they will be ostracized if he is elected. He has appealed to the dark side of many people’s minds. The side that harbors all of their fears, irrational misconceptions, and anger. He appeals to this, and uses it to his advantage. His other, less extreme Republican opponents refused to stoop to his level, and were simply pushed out of the race due to their refusal to play on people’s fears. He has garnered a strong following now, and will be a force to be stopped this November.
On the other side of the aisle, we have a very angry group of extreme liberals that have been convinced by Bernie that the rich are evil and they have been the victims of every injustice. These extreme left wingers have taken a hatred to the establishment, and would never vote for their own parties choice, Hillary. Mrs. Clinton, who has played her gender card all the way to the top of the democratic party to clinch the nomination, will take the fight to the Donald to see who runs our country for the next four years. This is a terrifying thought. My choice for president in the first election I will ever get to vote in will be between a crooked businessman who will say anything and do anything to win, or a lifelong politician who is being investigated by the FBI and loves to state her best qualification for why she should be president is her gender.
These strongly differing candidates that have gained so much support only highlight the intense differences that Americans have. It seems the only people who are capable of stopping this increased division in America; this hate, are politicians. Yet we have potentially the two most different, and divisive candidates coming to clash in a few months to take charge of this broken country. It is a troubling thought. What happened to a united country, where compromise and intelligent dialogue were the main forms of problem solving? If one were to watch the political debates on tv this year, they could easily mistake themselves to be watching a comedy skit. I yearn for a better future. I yearn for the division and hatred to stop. Mostly I yearn for a politician that will bring that to us, but this year will not be the year.