Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
As I return home late after the night studies, I always find a cup of hot soup waits. The smell is the comfort. The taste is warmth. The soup always gives me a reason to smile. For the first four years of my life, I lived with my grandparents. It was the soup that makes me put down my toys and go to the dinner table. It was the taste that I would always beg for more. For the three of us, the huge pot of soup seems bottomless. However, my grandmother never bought a smaller one. She would separate half the pot into bowls and share it with the neighbors. Then, she would bring the leftovers chicken bones to the stray dogs on the side of the street.
As I slip in the memories, the side of mouth subtly curls up. Carrying the wound from war, broken family, and seeking refuge, my grandmother seldom mentioned her past. Instead of hating the world for bringing pain and despair, she faced the future with love and optimism. She chose to forgive. She healed her wounds by loving and sharing. As a four -year-old, I enjoyed the freedom living with grandmother, but before I fully comprehend her story I moved back with my parents.
As I entered junior high, I moved back with my grandparents because they live closer to my school. Once again, I stared at the dining hall, sat on the same chair, and behold the same cup of soup. I wondered why it still tasted the same. After all these years, she still held the same philosophy. All it takes was smiles, signs of appreciation, and contentment. I tried to duplicate the flavor, but I realized it came from sharing. I rarely told my grandmother how she shaped my personality. But as I open my heart to the world, I know I am living up to her example. I want to be that person others run to when they face problems. I want the sharing to be more than food, more than materialistic. Whenever an opportunity arrives that I can help other, I volunteer. I enjoy bringing positive energy among my peers and the community.
So, I decided films. Like a cup of chicken soup, I want my films to bring happiness and warmth to people. Through image and sound, I can touch people by the heart and grab on to what they want to hear. Even though I cannot share food or lend a helping hand to everyone around the globe, I wish my film bring inspiration, motivation, and comfort to people with whom I do not usually have contacts.
As I return home late after the night studies, I always find a cup of hot soup waits. The smell is the comfort. The taste is warmth. The soup always gives me a reason to smile. For the first four years of my life, I lived with my grandparents. It was the soup that makes me put down my toys and go to the dinner table. It was the taste that I would always beg for more. For the three of us, the huge pot of soup seems bottomless. However, my grandmother never bought a smaller one. She would separate half the pot into bowls and share it with the neighbors. Then, she would bring the leftovers chicken bones to the stray dogs on the side of the street.
As I slip in the memories, the side of mouth subtly curls up. Carrying the wound from war, broken family, and seeking refuge, my grandmother seldom mentioned her past. Instead of hating the world for bringing pain and despair, she faced the future with love and optimism. She chose to forgive. She healed her wounds by loving and sharing. As a four -year-old, I enjoyed the freedom living with grandmother, but before I fully comprehend her story I moved back with my parents.
As I entered junior high, I moved back with my grandparents because they live closer to my school. Once again, I stared at the dining hall, sat on the same chair, and behold the same cup of soup. I wondered why it still tasted the same. After all these years, she still held the same philosophy. All it takes was smiles, signs of appreciation, and contentment. I tried to duplicate the flavor, but I realized it came from sharing. I rarely told my grandmother how she shaped my personality. But as I open my heart to the world, I know I am living up to her example. I want to be that person others run to when they face problems. I want the sharing to be more than food, more than materialistic. Whenever an opportunity arrives that I can help other, I volunteer. I enjoy bringing positive energy among my peers and the community.
So, I decided films. Like a cup of chicken soup, I want my films to bring happiness and warmth to people. Through image and sound, I can touch people by the heart and grab on to what they want to hear. Even though I cannot share food or lend a helping hand to everyone around the globe, I wish my film bring inspiration, motivation, and comfort to people with whom I do not usually have contacts.