Who am I? I am a teenager in the 21st
century. I am loud; have never known failure or loss and brood easily. I am
also compassionate, patriotic and biddable. I am a daughter, sister and friend.
I am an athlete, artist, bathroom dancer and self-proclaimed comedian. I have
big dreams and the ambition to make them reality. But there is a lot I do not
know about myself. I don’t know how I feel about the British Crown, I have
mixed feelings about religion, and I still haven’t decided which colour the
famous blue-black/while-gold dress is. I haven’t had a ‘life-changing moment’
yet and it is hard for me to describe my life’s journey, for my identity
unfolds more everyday as my experiences grow. I am only 18 years old and I have
a long way ahead of me. But let me give you an insight into the story this far.
I ran my first race at the age of four. I fell down within
50 metres, but even as a four year old, my first instinct was to get up and
cross that finish line before anyone else. I collected my award with a racing
heart and the satisfaction of winning was priceless. 117 medals, two national
jackets and fourteen years later, athletics has become an irreplaceable part of
me and it always seems to light that spark in me. Whether it is my school
ground or a stadium track, the immense pleasure I feel when I cross that finish
line is a feeling I would trade nothing for. The pain, hardships and injuries I
had to overcome to reach where I am, has only made the journey sweeter. The
rush of emotions and adrenaline, the passion and the urge to push myself has
seen me through the dullest of days.
Caught between two cultures growing up, I am fortunate to
experience my diverse heritage. Coming from a bloodline of people who have
crossed borders to reach where they are, Sunday brunches at my grandparent’s
house were incomplete without stories about culture, language and their
struggles getting here. The traditions and stories retold at these brunches
have shaped my values for life. They instilled in me a sense of commitment and
taught me that there is no substitute for hard work. Their malleable
personalities inspire me and have helped me become the go getter I am, someone
who stands up for is right and someone who doesn’t give up.
What I love to do and what I want do, helps me uncover more
about myself. Ever since I read my first Judy Moody book at the age of 9, I was
hooked. The library became my favourite place and English classes always seemed
to cheer me up. Evaluating my writing helps me at times discover bottled up
feelings. In opinionated essays, my values show. In stories, my creativity is
divulged. Each time I write as honestly
as I can, another piece of the puzzle is solved. I hope to continue writing,
even if it is just for me. I haven’t really experienced the journey of life,
I’ve merely begun it and I cannot wait to see what that journey has to offer.