22 Dec Tell Me Your Story
Ever since as a young girl I’ve always dreamed of going to places and knowing it’s folks and understanding its culture and history. Being raised as an only girl in a strict family I was told and educated to do as what I’m told. Following orders that I can never go against. My grandfather who set the idea made me realize something. I want to know people, I want to understand them. In my childhood, all I could remember is myself in a room with books and always studying, well with frequent play time with my cousins. I felt that I have to study because it’s the only thing I’m good at, It’s the only thing I can give my family and make myself happy. All those I thought until I became open about how the world works. Questions and questions raided my mind but somehow I can’t figure out the answers. I was a cheerful and talkative girl in my early years but somehow I became lost in my words. I taught myself to stay silent and understand people. Observe what they say and what they do, it’s my way to understand people. Then one night, I dreamed of myself traveling, getting to know people, sight- seeing and I’m happy. I always longed to understand the world and it’s people. I want to know their stories. Stories of wars, love, betrayal ,happiness, family, friends,life, death, partings and uniting people. I want to understand their life, I want to feel a little about themselves. I want to experience the same feeling they had on their stories. I want to get to know them as me, as a human, as a child. As for me, people is the spirit of a country and its scenery is the body . I will travel the world and get to know people and know their stories like a walking documentary, in my mind, like a curious child ready to understand the world.
I just want to see the world in its simplest form, in my child eyes.