Month: December 2023

In this Personal Writing I will talk about one of my favorite topics: CHRISTMAS!!

It’s already December and my favorite time of the year has come, Christmas. Since I was a child I have loved Christmas, I see it as the most wonderful time of the year because it’s the time for love, family, be grateful, be all together, and the most important and fun thing, snow. Probably snow it’s my favorite thing on earth, I love cold and having Rudolph’s nose (all red). I love that with snow comes the exciting things such as making snow angels, snowmans, skiing, ice skating, hot chocolate, etc. Every year during Christmas my family goes to ski to Whistler, except this time because I will go back to Mexico and during Christmas and New Year we’ll be in NYC, something different but I think it’ll be fun too.

“Top of the mornin’ to ya my terrific travellers! Today’s television Tuesday, Terry the Talented Toe Tapper will tell us all their tremendous tricks and why their trendy toe tapping continues to tantalize the total territory of the Tri-Town area. Tell us Terry, why toe tapping?”

“Thanks, Tom. Truthfully, this type of two-step got taught to me by my teacher in tenth grade. Their tactics truly seemed top-notch at the time, in truth, they tended towards tone-deaf tapping tricks.”

“Terribly traumatic. Triumphant times come from troubling trials, isn’t that true, Terry?”

“Typically, Tod.”

“Thanks for talking Terry, truly a treat.”

𝚃𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝙰𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚎𝚙𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍.

 

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍

“𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑.

“𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎” 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍?

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

 

𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚘𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚎.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕,  𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎?

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎?

 

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘-𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍  𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.

𝙸𝚗 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜.

 

𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, “𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕”.

𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 “𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎”

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚕.

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚠, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎.

 

𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢?

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚛𝚢?

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎-𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎.

-𝓣𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓢.

Some say the most beautiful things in the world can not be seen or even touched, they must be felt by the heart. I agree in some aspects but I’d also say that I’ve seen some incredibly beautiful things. I cant imagine feeling something more beautiful than seeing the sunset from a 40 person tall ship in desolation sound surrounded by people I’ve just created an incredible bond with. I can’t imagine feeling something more beautiful than watching the snow fall from the window beside your bed, cushioning the harshness of the world and calming the noise of civilization. I can’t imagine a feeling that can surpass the beauty of finally catching a glimpse of the lake you’ve been hiking to for the past three hours. All of these sights of course, are tied to emotion and maybe that’s what they mean. Maybe the warmth in my heart and the joy I feel when I see these things, is the feeling that some say is  more beautiful than anything. Maybe it’s love or passion or something too phylisophical for someone like me to be writing about but I believe that I’ve seen truly beautiful things.

How beautiful is reading? I read to relax, I read to escape and among other things, I read to be come completely immersed within someone else’s story while abandoning my own. I read to learn what happens next, why he lied to her and why she loves him nonetheless. I become someone else and forget myself. I am able to forget my preferences, my dislikes, and let myself re-set. I find the similarities between myself and the newest all encompassing subject of my focus to make the joining of my being to theirs seamless. I can travel worlds, social classes and so much more all within the comfort of my own bed. Last night I was a witch, breaking my bones to trade for the power I wielded. I ran from the gorgeous witch hunter attempting to take my life. Last week I was the personification of Life re-incarnated, falling hopelessly in love with Death and denying Fate who had loved me since I had given up my existence hundreds of years ago. Next week who knows what I can be, where I can go or what I can experience. Maybe life will be better, full of exploration and beauty, finding true love and everything that comes with it. Perhaps I’ll be living in the streets, learning how to become a better person or imprisoned by my greatest enemy. What excites me most, when I have finished a book and long for the kingdom I’ll never get to visit and the love of my life that I’ll never get to meet, Is the endless amount of lives I’ll get to experience in the future

Christmas time is near
Let’s bring the holiday cheer,
The season of joy.

Cold December night,
Moon and stars brighten the sky,
In twinkling lights.

The smell of cookies,
Wafting through the Winter air,
Brings warmth to the house.

Blanketed in white,
It’s a Winter wonderland,
Snowflakes float on down.

The fire crackles,
Warming up the house as the,
cold breeze wails outside.

The Grand Noble Fir,
Lit candles on the branches,
At last, it’s Christmas.

Stockings filled with toys,
Gingerbread and peppermint,
Snowmen and sledding.

Old man dressed in red,
Climbing out of a chimney,
On a peaceful night.

Christmas in the snow,
Reindeer pulling Santa’s sleigh,
Jingle bells I hear.

Christmas lights aglow,
The clip-clop of reindeer feet,
Christmas time is here.

Going to the gym allows me to detach from life and concentrate on improving my physical fitness, mental tenacity and forming discipline. As Arnold Schwarzenegger once said, “Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender that is strength.” This motto can be applied to any aspect of life. Studying, exercise, working a job, etc. It shows that the real strength comes from undergoing hardships, especially when it is difficult, and persevering even when you don’t want to. Without discipline you would simply be a feather in the wind, being blown around by what life throws at you. The average procrastinator lacks discipline. One who wakes up and chooses to delay the difficult things in order to receive instant gratification. For example, lying in your bed scrolling on social media rather than completing an academic assignment. In the end, those who lack discipline wander through life with a sense of stress and anxiety due to the fact that they must go through life while constantly fighting their own brain.

“Write about a time you failed, and learned”, my father said. I have been pondering what to write about for my application to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology university (MIT). As I sit at my desk with Auggie (my dog), the Personal Project I did in grade 10 two years ago, comes to my mind. I think to myself, “Damn you Laura, why’d you have to pick neuroscience? I mean, it’s fascinating, but now I have to write this 10,000 word report on why I want to be accepted”. I’ve written a few paragraphs so far, but still have a long way to go. I decide to take a break. As I slump to the kitchen for the left-over salmon pasta, my sister Simona, who is 14, gives me a glare. I remark with a, “What?”, “You promised to drive me to Olivia’s but you’re still in your pajamas.” she says with a sad tone. “Oh, shoot, sorry. Let me get dressed and we’ll go”, “Thank you Laura! You are the best sister in the whole wide world!” she states with enthusiasm. We drive to Olivia’s.

Curiosity. The word itself, a collection of letters strung together to form a cohesive meaning, conveys little to most and none to some. It is simply that: a word. To me, curiosity is boundless. It surrounds me. No moment passes where I don’t question or inquire, challenge or scrutinize. My brain is constantly whirring, looking for answers to questions I may never find. Throughout childhood, some are told that “curiosity kills the cat,” a cautionary tale to temper inquisitive nature. What if curiosity did not kill the cat, but set it free? What if curiosity led it to new places, new experiences, where it found the answers to unvoiced questions? Truthfully, I believe that it does not act as a threat but as a beacon. Curiosity has been my lifelong companion, guiding me and shedding light on my darkest and most uncertain moments. As a child, curiosity held my hand as I walked through the explorative stages of life. I did not know my own name, let alone the vast world I had been thrust into. It was my constant need for answers, and my insatiable appetite for knowledge, that led me to grow into the person I am today. Now, looking towards the future, I am cognizant that I know absolutely nothing. Nothing of my plans, nothing of tomorrow, and certainly nothing of who I am to become. Yet, paradoxically, this acknowledgement of the vast unknown ahead of me allows me to find a profound sense of liberation. Fear does not drive me; my curiosity allows me to gaze into the future with a sense of wonder and anticipation. The beauty of tomorrow lies within the truth that no one knows. To claim that you know your purpose, or your plans, or even yourself fully, is to confine the nature of human potential within the narrow walls of certainty. I find beauty in the uncertainty, the curious exhilaration. I wonder who I will become tomorrow. I hope my curiosity will forever accompany me. Curiosity.