Success is my only option. Throughout my life I have seen people struggle and suffer. My parents were immigrants who came here with nothing, hoping for a fair share of America’s good fortune. Continuously they remind me of how fortunate I am to have the opportunities they lacked in life. Sometimes I wonder who I really am. I can be identified in so many ways that the real essence of what truly entails my being is frequently lost. My mom is a nurse, meaning my only option was to be a physician, it didn’t matter what type I chose, as long as the title “M.D.” precedes my name one day. When I was young, my mom used to take me to work with her and have me carefully watch her evaluate patients. Since then, I’ve been on a long quest towards the title of “M.D.”
What my parents don’t know is, secretly, I have an affinity to music comparable to a drug addicts need for substance. When I was twelve, I started writing musical lyrics in a notebook to express my every emotion. Dance took my mind off the constant stresses of life. Photography changed my perspective on life as a whole, where pictures and still images captured more than actual eyes could see.
I am who I am because without God I would not exist. Music is my soul. I can sit for hours discovering the unheard. I feel that many of my emotions at a given time have already been composed lyrically as a source of refuge. The sound of each beat cast away every problem and isolates me from what is real. My faith is my cornerstone. I believe through God all things are possible. He put me on this earth to inspire and educate. I strive everyday to be more like him, but it is very difficult in this world full of temptation. Like India Arie said, “whatsoever you sow, you shall reap”. I live my life through the eyes of God and my family, but most importantly for myself. I’m nowhere near perfect; in fact I’m so far from perfection that it scares me.