darkprince17
Nov 6, 2013
Undergraduate / I cycled through the quiet, narrow and rejuvenating lanes; background or story [3]
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I cycled through the quiet, narrow and rejuvenating atmosphere of my birth place where every people trees, birds, animals, monkeys, cows, ducks, pigs and even the narrow graveled lane knows me well. I know them; I pass by them every day and they're always the same. They are the only thing that hasn't changed since my childhood. But I love it, I love seeing them regularly, I love how they react when I pass by. I love how the trees cool me with their fresh air when I become full of sweat. I love how the cows, pigs, ducks and birds run away when I pass by. I love how the narrow lane welcomes me clearing the path. The people and the love I get from them, the eyes of the poor who welcome me to their small home for a sip of water make my day. I become happy; I become me, me a typical Nepalese who enjoys living with nature, the poor, my sisters and brothers. I love them, they love me.
The green rice fields just beside the road, the small rivulet flowing along me competing for its dignity. I want to be like it, crossing every obstacle coming in front, making its own way, the way never discovered before. I want to discover the world once with my best friend. I want to cycle though the world as if it has been just a map. I want to cycle through the savannah, the rocky roads of Andes, the snowy roads of Siberia, the poor and discarded roads of Haiti, the colorful and diverse markets of India, through the best place in the world, my Nepal, my dignity and my home. I want to discover the poor. I want to learn from them, learn optimism, learn poverty and illiteracy. I want to share their sorrows. I want them to be me. I want to change them through my passion. Yes, I do.
I want to live my life with my people, the people of my country, my parents, changing it to a better world. I want everyone, my every brothers and sisters out there who plead for food every day, to live a life with me, the life they dream about, I want to make it true for them. I don't want any child to cry just because they don't get food to eat, home to live in and clothes to wear. There are many brothers and sisters of mine, in a place far away untouched, unknown, who haven't even heard of school. They might be suffering, suffering from scarcity of everything. I want to make them exposed through my passion, make them believe they can do everything they want. I want to travel every place, every rural village and make them feel there's someone out there who cares about them.
I grief everyday when I see my brothers and sisters begging for food in the busy streets of Kathmandu, sitting all day long under the scorching sun, just for their stomach , for their children. Aren't they the same human being? They have to beg just because they were born in a poor family. Is this justice? Begging for his life yet with a smile in his face, optimism in his eyes, just for a penny. How can the world be so cruel when a child of rich people get to eat everything they want and a child of a beggar gets to eat scraps of food only if someone's kind enough to give him. Yes, I want everyone to be the same. I want to do something for them through my education, through my passion. From that I would be creating people similar to me who will aim to wipe out the poverty. Yes I want to do that and I will, otherwise my education will be nothing but a waste.
Guys please critique it if it's bad...
I cycled through the quiet, narrow and rejuvenating atmosphere of my birth place where every people trees, birds, animals, monkeys, cows, ducks, pigs and even the narrow graveled lane knows me well. I know them; I pass by them every day and they're always the same. They are the only thing that hasn't changed since my childhood. But I love it, I love seeing them regularly, I love how they react when I pass by. I love how the trees cool me with their fresh air when I become full of sweat. I love how the cows, pigs, ducks and birds run away when I pass by. I love how the narrow lane welcomes me clearing the path. The people and the love I get from them, the eyes of the poor who welcome me to their small home for a sip of water make my day. I become happy; I become me, me a typical Nepalese who enjoys living with nature, the poor, my sisters and brothers. I love them, they love me.
The green rice fields just beside the road, the small rivulet flowing along me competing for its dignity. I want to be like it, crossing every obstacle coming in front, making its own way, the way never discovered before. I want to discover the world once with my best friend. I want to cycle though the world as if it has been just a map. I want to cycle through the savannah, the rocky roads of Andes, the snowy roads of Siberia, the poor and discarded roads of Haiti, the colorful and diverse markets of India, through the best place in the world, my Nepal, my dignity and my home. I want to discover the poor. I want to learn from them, learn optimism, learn poverty and illiteracy. I want to share their sorrows. I want them to be me. I want to change them through my passion. Yes, I do.
I want to live my life with my people, the people of my country, my parents, changing it to a better world. I want everyone, my every brothers and sisters out there who plead for food every day, to live a life with me, the life they dream about, I want to make it true for them. I don't want any child to cry just because they don't get food to eat, home to live in and clothes to wear. There are many brothers and sisters of mine, in a place far away untouched, unknown, who haven't even heard of school. They might be suffering, suffering from scarcity of everything. I want to make them exposed through my passion, make them believe they can do everything they want. I want to travel every place, every rural village and make them feel there's someone out there who cares about them.
I grief everyday when I see my brothers and sisters begging for food in the busy streets of Kathmandu, sitting all day long under the scorching sun, just for their stomach , for their children. Aren't they the same human being? They have to beg just because they were born in a poor family. Is this justice? Begging for his life yet with a smile in his face, optimism in his eyes, just for a penny. How can the world be so cruel when a child of rich people get to eat everything they want and a child of a beggar gets to eat scraps of food only if someone's kind enough to give him. Yes, I want everyone to be the same. I want to do something for them through my education, through my passion. From that I would be creating people similar to me who will aim to wipe out the poverty. Yes I want to do that and I will, otherwise my education will be nothing but a waste.