Is a prompt asking for what I like to eat or what I like to make?
If it’s asking for what I like to eat the answer would be anything made by my mom or sister or dad.
My family always considers my taste before making something for me. So there is no way that I would not like what they make for me.
On the other hand if you ask me what I like to make, I would choose easy recipes. Something that would not exhaust me by the time I am done with the cooking. I love making pita bread, chocolate chip cookies, fried chicken, rameyon, potato wedges, etc.
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
I am the youngest daughter to my parents. Being the youngest child, I was never left alone that does not go to say that I’m not independent. It just means that there was never a circumstance where I had to be the only person making the decision.
This may not be the last thing I got excited about this definitely is the most significant thing that I got excited about the first time I got to live alone. I had always dreamt of having my own home or a tiny apartment where I could do everything according to my vision.
The first time I stepped into my new home, I felt immense joy and pride. For rhe next few months, whether it be a new rug, or utensils for the kitchen or table cloth for the dinner table. it felt amazing to have that sort of freedom in making the choices that was right for me. I did not have to hide my journals or my artwork in the fear of being judged.
My home, actually reflected what I was, and seeing that made me happy.
Given that I have no architecture knowledge, I would choose to refrain from designing a city for the future. I would rather someone who would be able to build a city without harming nature. I do not know the exact word for it, but it could be “sustainable architecture”.
One or the other day, we share how nature is claiming back the land. We humans have made things without the thought of how it harms others and now we pay the price.
Maybe this is not something that would be constituted as a design, but I want proper road markers. I don’t do well with phone directions and maybe proper markers that I can actually spot in the map might help.
In conclusion, I would want to build a beautiful city that preserves the beauty of the nature that it was built in.
I know that many would say that motivation comes from circumstances or family of friends. Considering that I am a quite lazy person, for me to actually start or rather continue something the only thing that can motivate me is Me.
I do not do anything unless I am able to move the things that I want to things that I need. I need to come to a sort of self actualization that unless I get that particular thing done I will be embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror. Just wanting things has never pushed me to achieve the difficult goals in life. Neither does my family wanting things for me motivate me to achieve them. My goals need to become my necessity and when that happens I “move mountains” to reach it. I force myself to find a way. I keep reminding myself that I can only do it if I put the effort. And little by little the finish line draws closer to me.
Being realistic, I do quit quite often in between. But, the times that I am able to reprogram myself I end up doing things much better than what I expected.
I love watching movies. Maybe not in the theatre but I love watching movies at home. I love watching new movies but there are few movies that are always in the repeat playlist of movies. Below are few of the top of my head in no particular order:
Being an introvert, it was difficult to talk about my feelings. The first time I went into depression it was words that helped me. I used to write down what I felt and those short poems made everything feel lighter. I could breathe again.
I quickly realized that writing was a way for me to vent out what I was feeling. Initially, most of what I wrote came from a dark place. The poems were about hurt and pain and the frustration of everyday life. But over time, I started writing about things that I love, about happiness, about hope.
Now I write whenever I can. I am trying to make it one of my good habits. I want to write things that people will enjoy reading. I hope to write a novel sometime in the future. I have a storyline in my mind and hopefully soon I can piece it together and finally start.
When I think about the places I have lived nothing specific comes to mind. If someone want to ask me why I chose to stay in certain place, I really don’t have an answer to it.
It could be because I have never really given it a second thought. In most of the instances I ended up staying in a place because of the stage of life I was in.
As a child, I stayed with my parents, so where their jobs took them. We ended up setting up in those places. When I got older, I chose a place where I wanted to pursue my higher education and when I got even more older, I chose the place, but I got a job.
The one thing that I do know is that I might have chosen those places because of an underlying reason. However, overtime, I made my home in those places. I went out, explore things that I like found reasons to feel happy in the place that I was.
So, in short, what I love about the place where I live, is that I have my home there.
Saying that happiness is the most often emotion or more like positive emotion that I have may seem like a lie.
As a person who is living with depression, most days, I wake up weak and tired and just frustrated with life. However, when I see my mother gaze fondly at her grandchildren in that moment, I am happy. She had to leave my sister and me back in our hometown with our grandparents when we were babies because she couldn’t afford to take us along with her. She missed our childhood, but I’m glad that she gets to see the childhood of her grandchildren at least.
When I see the joy in my sisters eye, every time she shares with us, her achievement, her individual achievement, it makes me happy. She has gone through a lot to finally find something of a room and that she found it. It makes me feel like she can start to be happy for herself.
When I see my father bring back a fruit or a vegetable from his home garden and I see the pride with which she brings it. It makes me happy. He loves agriculture, and when he was healthier and younger, I think she dreamt of going back home and having a land filled with beautiful trees and plants. He gave it up because he had to provide for his family. It may not be a lot, but the small area in which he has planted the few household vegetables and fruits is cherished as a testament to his passion.
I think no matter how sad I am as long as my family is happy. That is a good memory for me. That is happiness for me. I wish I could be the reason for that happiness. Just like they are for me.
So to conclude, I stop focusing on myself, the emotion that I feel the most is happy.
I have come to realize the cost of the meal does not really define the worth of the meal. Yes, I would choose a fancy place, but only to make memories with someone I care about. I took my best family on my first salary and since my parents made so many sacrifices to get me to the stage where I could earn the salary the bill did not matter to me.
On the other hand, I enjoy the food that we make at home. I love the craziness, the messy kitchen, the dirty clothes and the fun conversations during the cooking process. After all the hassle, we may end up with burnt food sometimes, but when we sit to eat together, the food always tastes better.
I wouldn’t consider myself an artist, but I would consider myself as a person who loves art.
Whenever I am stressed out or just need a break from reality, I turn to artwork. I know that there are people better than me and who are much more advanced in terms of technique. And for a long time, I hesitated to make my own art out of fear that people will ridicule me.
But now I enjoy any form of art, I can sit making a painting or drawing up a new anime character and I would never realise the passage of time. Just this last weekend, I spent 14 hours on drawing my favourite Pokémon characters and after the whole ordeal I wasn’t exhausted but rather refreshed.
I have come to realise that art actually helps me calm down. It makes my mind stop with its multitasking and over brooding and just focus at the piece of paper in front of me.
Some would say that it’s a waste of time, but for me, it centres me. It is a form of therapy that I never thought I needed. Now that I have realised the value of it, I ain’t ever letting it go.
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