Ben Franklin once said, 'All mankind is divided into three classes: those that are immovable, those that are movable, and those that move.'
Which are you?
"Put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot...Be water, my friend." Without realizing it, I've lived through Bruce Lee's advice. Subconsciously I've been a morphing fluid all along,
Ever since I first learned about Comanches and other nomadic Indian tribes I've found them intriguing. A society built on a lack of permanent settlement, absent of the concept of "home" and only familiar with a house and a shelter; always on the move in search of stability and peace. In retrospect, I'm a nomad myself, although I'm not Comanche nor native American at all; I'm a modern day nomad. The same way I drew maps and trails of Apache settlements, I can trace my own journey; but I'm not looking for food nor am I hunting and gathering like nomadic natives did, I am in search of hope and opportunity, and in a constant chase of something better that lies just over the hedge. As I migrated I've always flowed with the environment, taken it's shape and attributes, adopting to different circumstances, as water does with its vessel; liquid and forever moving. Eight towns and cities, ten schools, thousands of passers-biers and I'm certain my journey is not over - always in motion and forever so. Along with physical movement, inevitably I have been shifting intellectually and characteristically; I've absorbed something from everywhere I've been, from the cities of Russia, to the Rocky Mountains of Idaho, and to the suburbs of Florida, I've taken in little by little in an attempt and hope of creating a solid structure that is me.
Despite this physical movement, my morals stood their ground, my ethics never budged, and my spirit remains impervious. My goal will never change; to make something of myself will remain my guiding principle. The moral compass which guides me on my decisions of what's right or wrong is that of concrete, and my determination remains unmoving because otherwise I would fail not only those around me but also myself in hope of being different from whom was once a part of my life
Which are you?
"Put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot...Be water, my friend." Without realizing it, I've lived through Bruce Lee's advice. Subconsciously I've been a morphing fluid all along,
Ever since I first learned about Comanches and other nomadic Indian tribes I've found them intriguing. A society built on a lack of permanent settlement, absent of the concept of "home" and only familiar with a house and a shelter; always on the move in search of stability and peace. In retrospect, I'm a nomad myself, although I'm not Comanche nor native American at all; I'm a modern day nomad. The same way I drew maps and trails of Apache settlements, I can trace my own journey; but I'm not looking for food nor am I hunting and gathering like nomadic natives did, I am in search of hope and opportunity, and in a constant chase of something better that lies just over the hedge. As I migrated I've always flowed with the environment, taken it's shape and attributes, adopting to different circumstances, as water does with its vessel; liquid and forever moving. Eight towns and cities, ten schools, thousands of passers-biers and I'm certain my journey is not over - always in motion and forever so. Along with physical movement, inevitably I have been shifting intellectually and characteristically; I've absorbed something from everywhere I've been, from the cities of Russia, to the Rocky Mountains of Idaho, and to the suburbs of Florida, I've taken in little by little in an attempt and hope of creating a solid structure that is me.
Despite this physical movement, my morals stood their ground, my ethics never budged, and my spirit remains impervious. My goal will never change; to make something of myself will remain my guiding principle. The moral compass which guides me on my decisions of what's right or wrong is that of concrete, and my determination remains unmoving because otherwise I would fail not only those around me but also myself in hope of being different from whom was once a part of my life