The Road to Discovery
A Note from the Editor
Recently, I found myself compelled to interfere into someone else's life, and luckily, it resulted in accomplishing something we both thought was impossible. On a whim last Friday, I sent several letters to two very prestigious agencies and expected nothing more thereafter. But today, I received a very urgent call, followed by several very hastily texted messages, and I could see a great opportunity materializing for my friend's life, one of the benefits to interfering I should think. While I am ecstatic to be part of what may be a gigantic career move, and happy just to be associated with such an amazing story, a reflection back on my life has left me worried. In an Elite world, only the best survive.
My work ethic has never faltered in instances when I was determined to expect nothing below what I initially intended, but I have learned that things beyond my control can rarely be managed. Even in the afrorementioned instance, I was motivated only by my own idealism that what I wanted to happen actually could happen, and nobody, including my friend (who cited on many occassions how unlikely it was) could have predicted the future. But it did. And in one afternoon, I may have changed someone's life, perhaps forever, giving her the tools and bravery to step onto the platform, bask in the criticism and continue walking like there was nothing to bring her down.
But the world is cruel and misshapen. I, who have committed the last two years of life just trying to grab the attention of a couple people of influence, continue on in this futile mission, while in one day, I have accomplished more for someone else than I could have managed to do for myself. I see myself being playfully tossed from the burning hands of affluence, just tumbling all the way down until I have no where to go. Should I be happy for her? Of course, beyond any explanation because I help accomplish the impossible. But how far can vicarious fulfillment self-motivate? Should I be sad, or hopeful, assured that my time will come? Possibly, but nevertheless a very mature reaction that I don't have the patience for. But what am I really feeling? Jealousy? Hopelessness? Anger?
I have to admit, even in my current state, I have overcome many impossible things. The publication of my website was quoted to have cost in excess of $49,000 and me, a high school graduate, managed to find a way to do it. I wrote a book, and actually finished it, a very admirable quality for someone who has known to drift from time to time. And finally, simply wanting to help others publish their books, music and movies, doesn't that qualify?
In our world, materials are everything, and the intention isn't always enough. I have written and sent out over 20 emails a day to various places, and I only hope that the time will come where I may reep the benefits for all my hard work. In someways, I think I am meant to wait. To grow as a person and to come to terms with things that I cannot control. But at the same time, I want to take advantage of everyday, and look back on my long life when I'm older and feel a tremendous sense of accomplishment for everything that I made possible, both for me, my family, and even strangers who I don't know and will never meet.
The day of reckoning to me represents a period of closure. At the present, I feel ready and prepared to take on new challenges and to take on the world. I believe in everything that I do and say, and even if others don't, my focus has never faltered. Simply living a regular life was never on my agenda. I need experiences and memories. But at the same time, I must also face dissappointment and obstacles.
I do not plan on giving up anytime soon. So in the mean time, I will continue writing my letters to various talk shows, news channels, newspapers and magazines. And if you are Oprah Winfrey, Ellen Degeneres or Graydon Carter, I hope you recognize a genuine interest in others, and not a self-indulgent somebody trying to make a name for himself.
Recently, I found myself compelled to interfere into someone else's life, and luckily, it resulted in accomplishing something we both thought was impossible. On a whim last Friday, I sent several letters to two very prestigious agencies and expected nothing more thereafter. But today, I received a very urgent call, followed by several very hastily texted messages, and I could see a great opportunity materializing for my friend's life, one of the benefits to interfering I should think. While I am ecstatic to be part of what may be a gigantic career move, and happy just to be associated with such an amazing story, a reflection back on my life has left me worried. In an Elite world, only the best survive.
My work ethic has never faltered in instances when I was determined to expect nothing below what I initially intended, but I have learned that things beyond my control can rarely be managed. Even in the afrorementioned instance, I was motivated only by my own idealism that what I wanted to happen actually could happen, and nobody, including my friend (who cited on many occassions how unlikely it was) could have predicted the future. But it did. And in one afternoon, I may have changed someone's life, perhaps forever, giving her the tools and bravery to step onto the platform, bask in the criticism and continue walking like there was nothing to bring her down.
But the world is cruel and misshapen. I, who have committed the last two years of life just trying to grab the attention of a couple people of influence, continue on in this futile mission, while in one day, I have accomplished more for someone else than I could have managed to do for myself. I see myself being playfully tossed from the burning hands of affluence, just tumbling all the way down until I have no where to go. Should I be happy for her? Of course, beyond any explanation because I help accomplish the impossible. But how far can vicarious fulfillment self-motivate? Should I be sad, or hopeful, assured that my time will come? Possibly, but nevertheless a very mature reaction that I don't have the patience for. But what am I really feeling? Jealousy? Hopelessness? Anger?
I have to admit, even in my current state, I have overcome many impossible things. The publication of my website was quoted to have cost in excess of $49,000 and me, a high school graduate, managed to find a way to do it. I wrote a book, and actually finished it, a very admirable quality for someone who has known to drift from time to time. And finally, simply wanting to help others publish their books, music and movies, doesn't that qualify?
In our world, materials are everything, and the intention isn't always enough. I have written and sent out over 20 emails a day to various places, and I only hope that the time will come where I may reep the benefits for all my hard work. In someways, I think I am meant to wait. To grow as a person and to come to terms with things that I cannot control. But at the same time, I want to take advantage of everyday, and look back on my long life when I'm older and feel a tremendous sense of accomplishment for everything that I made possible, both for me, my family, and even strangers who I don't know and will never meet.
The day of reckoning to me represents a period of closure. At the present, I feel ready and prepared to take on new challenges and to take on the world. I believe in everything that I do and say, and even if others don't, my focus has never faltered. Simply living a regular life was never on my agenda. I need experiences and memories. But at the same time, I must also face dissappointment and obstacles.
I do not plan on giving up anytime soon. So in the mean time, I will continue writing my letters to various talk shows, news channels, newspapers and magazines. And if you are Oprah Winfrey, Ellen Degeneres or Graydon Carter, I hope you recognize a genuine interest in others, and not a self-indulgent somebody trying to make a name for himself.
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