During my last two weeks of school we are going to be working on an amazing project that consists on finding out who you are and what is your purpose in life. I decided to anticipate myself and think about who I really was during my weekend. You may be asking yourself: What does this has to do with “Mothers day”? Well let me explain.
I was lying down on my bed, hearing some music on my headphones, with little to do; why not stop for a second and dedicate some minutes just to think? That’s exactly what I did. I turned everything off, music, and lights, even my emotions and closed my eyes. The first thing that came to my mind was my latest water polo tournament, how we had ended in 5th place and classified to the Pan-American games on Toronto next year. I remembered how sad I was because we didn’t get a medal, until someone appeared from the crowed and hugged me, she told me to stop crying, that the tournament had been great and that everyone was happy of our final results, that god knew why he did everything; everything had a reason.
After that, suddenly, another memory came flashing back, the moment when I was in 10th grade, one of the hardest moments in my short 17 years. I was so stressed: school grades, the water polo world cup, I hadn’t gone out with my friends a single time in the last 4 months, my grandfather had cancer, so many problems just mixed together. The only thing I wanted was to have some moments of peace… That’s when the same figure or goddess appeared again, she talked to me, made me feel in peace for some minutes and made me smile.
I am not sure how much time passed, but after that memory I felt a moment of happiness, a feeling that I don’t remember having before. It was as if my skin had suddenly disappeared and the only thing left in my body was my smile, pure happiness. Then, my last memory came flying to my mind. I remembered something that was deep down in my memory, I was probably about 5 or 6 years old and everything was dark. In fact everything was cold as well. I was afraid, I couldn’t see anything or anyone and only heard wierd noises that made me get even more scared. A flash of light passed and in a matter of milliseconds something warm and nice touched me, a similar figure that transmited love and protection. I didn’t know who it was or how it had appeared but I felt safe again.
| I opened my eyes again and saw the same person, that figure, that moment of warmth that connected my three memories and then I saw beauty at its maximum: My mother. At that moment I realized that I had a mission on my hands. I have always dreamed since I was small that I would have the perfect family with the perfect wife and kids. If that’s really what I want, I have to keep on following and imitating my mother. Transmitting that feeling of love and warmth to my future kids and wife, that feeling of protection and peace. Ginny |
But why not excel? Why not transmit those feelings that I had to my friends, to my peers, to the Peruvian culture? I have to be even more selfless like my mother is most of the time, and transmit what she has told me; not only to my loved ones but to my country. Many people say: “Peru is a country of gold, but with shity people”, why not change that? I am not sure that I will make a huge change in my community, but why not try? After all someone needs to start.