giuzu98
Dec 12, 2016
Undergraduate / Trying to reach the stars one year into my Journey in the US...should I not? [9]
Re-posting an updated version of my supplement essay based on yesterday's feedbacks. Enjoy:)
the parts that were changed ( including the quote at the end ) are now in red so don't bother reading everything unless you want to!
the intent was to show a brighter side of my personality/the full half of the glass, and the quote that yesterday was about a bad aspect of Italians, has now been changed to a more culture related/change-willingness kind of quote
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Nothing more than dreams and abstract concepts with no proof of occurrence.
Who am I really? Am I the people around me?
Am I corrupted? following whoever appears to be more powerful in the "game" that the organised crime is, wearing horse blinkers to limit my view on others as a costume for my proud culture, judging people from every single point of view looking for a different skin colour or brand of clothes that could give me a fair reason to exclude them and their useless inner beauty, laughing at the mistakes made by our funny apathetic politics that elect themselves with rigged polls, promising to make a difference on the stagnating economy that has been the same for decades on every single aspect except for the taxes that keep raising every single year, expanding their dominion on every human need except for air ?!?
The trails I am expected to follow were paved by fascist leaders years ago, on their candid beliefs that justify sexism and misogyny, "empowering" women to be wives and bear as many children as possible, letting them enjoy their "easy" lives by prohibiting them to suffer from the burdens caused by a job outside the home.
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We were powerful, creative and enviable as well as an example for the countries we conquered, but 1824 years of shame separate us from The Golden Age that fell under the Nerva-Antonine Dynasty.
I am here in New Jersey today thanks to my culture's flaws; I escaped from the flawed mindset embraced by my peers that consists in complaining instead of taking action, to learn how to be the one that will change the future of the beautiful crumbling boot-like peninsula.
There is still hope beneath the dirt that covers my country, there is still a beautiful sidewalk under the cans and the there is still an astounding Imperial Fora behind the paint and the initials carved on the walls.
A family lies abaft any friendship there, and teamwork is a word we don't use because the frequency with which friends and coworkers help each other is too persistent, we don't give coalition a name, we simply help each other without being asked to.
Italy along with its grounds, walls, paintings, landscapes and history deserves the love that every single one of us reserves for our group of close friends
I will be the one that deflects the rules of boundaries set by our cultures, whom forge every single one of us to be the exact image of our ancestors, carriers of the flaws collected in centuries.
I will rip off the blinkers that prevent my people from thinking outside of the tight, dark corrupted box, and if there is a way of teaching people how to take action before even thinking about complaining in vain, I want to be the raw model young Italians can learn from; because when I will return to Italy, filled with knowledge deriving from my new home's culture, I expect to be the bearer of my father's virtues , leaving aside his issues and the ones of the country we both come from.
"Le radici sono importanti nella vita di un uomo,
ma noi uomini abbiamo le gambe, non le radici,
e le gambe sono fatte per andare altrove."
-Pino Cacucci-
("Roots are important in a person's life,
but we were born with legs, not roots,
and we have legs to walk and move on.")
walk and move on.")
Re-posting an updated version of my supplement essay based on yesterday's feedbacks. Enjoy:)
the parts that were changed ( including the quote at the end ) are now in red so don't bother reading everything unless you want to!
the intent was to show a brighter side of my personality/the full half of the glass, and the quote that yesterday was about a bad aspect of Italians, has now been changed to a more culture related/change-willingness kind of quote
...
Nothing more than dreams and abstract concepts with no proof of occurrence.
Who am I really? Am I the people around me?
Am I corrupted? following whoever appears to be more powerful in the "game" that the organised crime is, wearing horse blinkers to limit my view on others as a costume for my proud culture, judging people from every single point of view looking for a different skin colour or brand of clothes that could give me a fair reason to exclude them and their useless inner beauty, laughing at the mistakes made by our funny apathetic politics that elect themselves with rigged polls, promising to make a difference on the stagnating economy that has been the same for decades on every single aspect except for the taxes that keep raising every single year, expanding their dominion on every human need except for air ?!?
The trails I am expected to follow were paved by fascist leaders years ago, on their candid beliefs that justify sexism and misogyny, "empowering" women to be wives and bear as many children as possible, letting them enjoy their "easy" lives by prohibiting them to suffer from the burdens caused by a job outside the home.
...
We were powerful, creative and enviable as well as an example for the countries we conquered, but 1824 years of shame separate us from The Golden Age that fell under the Nerva-Antonine Dynasty.
I am here in New Jersey today thanks to my culture's flaws; I escaped from the flawed mindset embraced by my peers that consists in complaining instead of taking action, to learn how to be the one that will change the future of the beautiful crumbling boot-like peninsula.
There is still hope beneath the dirt that covers my country, there is still a beautiful sidewalk under the cans and the there is still an astounding Imperial Fora behind the paint and the initials carved on the walls.
A family lies abaft any friendship there, and teamwork is a word we don't use because the frequency with which friends and coworkers help each other is too persistent, we don't give coalition a name, we simply help each other without being asked to.
Italy along with its grounds, walls, paintings, landscapes and history deserves the love that every single one of us reserves for our group of close friends
I will be the one that deflects the rules of boundaries set by our cultures, whom forge every single one of us to be the exact image of our ancestors, carriers of the flaws collected in centuries.
I will rip off the blinkers that prevent my people from thinking outside of the tight, dark corrupted box, and if there is a way of teaching people how to take action before even thinking about complaining in vain, I want to be the raw model young Italians can learn from; because when I will return to Italy, filled with knowledge deriving from my new home's culture, I expect to be the bearer of my father's virtues , leaving aside his issues and the ones of the country we both come from.
"Le radici sono importanti nella vita di un uomo,
ma noi uomini abbiamo le gambe, non le radici,
e le gambe sono fatte per andare altrove."
-Pino Cacucci-
("Roots are important in a person's life,
but we were born with legs, not roots,
and we have legs to walk and move on.")
walk and move on.")