To start it off, I am nothing new.
Yes. I am just an average boy living in an average town, paying his own apartment. But of course, like most people, I don’t want to be average.
I was born from the island called Saipan. A small piece of dirt that miraculously survives within the vast ocean. About 12 miles long and 6 miles wide. With its wide range of oceans, beautiful sandy beaches, clear cut forest, and a habitat filled with harmless creatures. The locals, too, are unique in their own way (wink, wink…no…okay, nvm). It is a place you love to live in…for the next three days.
Okay, okay. I know what you want to say.
But CARLOOOOO, this place sounds amazing!
And I agree. It is amazing! It has nice people. Beautiful surroundings, food, people, and more. It is like a haven. It’s my home.
But there is nothing waiting for me there.
The life as an island boy is slow. You see the same people. Taste the same food. And go to the same place every…single…day. After a while, you get tired of it. And I’m not talking about the people or food (I WOULD NEVER SAY THAT!). I am talking about the comfort. You get so use to it that you expect things to happen easily. You know what is about to happen because life…just repeats itself.
You end up letting yourself go. A hallow form of what you could be.
And I didn’t want that.
I want to be able to live. I want to experience more. All my life I have been hearing about this world beyond the oceans. One filled with different sights, cultures, lands, people, and FOOD! I wanted to see that. I wanted to experience that new-found development.
But I just couldn’t do it.
And this is where the curse begins.
Now many of you don’t know this, but there is a thought that spreads amongst the kids: “If you don’t leave as soon as you can, you stay there for life.”
And that saying…is true.
I know many people who hold so much potential. Who I truly believe could conquer the world…remaining in their comfort. They get so use to the life, use to having them hold something back…that they never get a chance to leave. No matter how much they wanted too. And I was close to experiencing the same thing.
I was never the smartest. The strongest. The bravest. Or anything spectacular. Even I thought I would never get off of my home because I love it. I am so use to the care. The life. The experience. I knew I needed to change. But how?
I joined the military.
It was one of the biggest decisions I had ever made. To throw myself from frying pan and into the oven, I might as well as drop myself into the fire.
I instantly regretted it. The moment I took on that plane, I was scared. I was shaking. I was missing my friends, family, and the life. But it was exactly what I needed.
I had to know what was expecting of me. I had to know what the world wanted of me and what I needed of myself. Before I left, I made a promise to my family and friends that I would do better. That I would not waste a single moment of my life leaving them for something worse. I had to be better. I needed to grow.
So for the next four years, I endured.
I did all I could. I never focused on the short term, but the long term instead. I went nights without sleep. Months without seeing festivals, seeing different foods, culture, or experiencing anything that most people do once they visit a new place. Instead, I worked on myself. I went to the gym. Go to school at nights, and developed skills needed to undertake detrimental tasks within the real world.
There area times when I wanted to just take a break. Go out. Eat something. Just have some fun. But I made a promise. And I intended to keep it.
I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know if what I was doing what living to what they wanted. To what I wanted. And I questioned myself too…many…times. But I kept pushing.
I pushed. I struggled. But I kept moving. I never stopped reading. I never stopped learning. I never stopped believing in who I am and what I can do. I wanted more. I wanted to be strong.
I wanted to rise.
Gaining the trust of everyone, I became someone people could rely on. I aided others when they needed to know what they could do. What they could start. And who they could go to. They wanted something to strive for, and I wanted to be with them. I follow the path of the unknown to keep my head in the game. Keep my focus straight. And to hold unto the promise I made.
I bet many will read this expecting some sappy, sad story. But no. This is no sad story. This is the beginning.
I am just getting started. I am just starting to sprint. And my marathon has only begun.
I will rise. I will struggle. But I will continue. And whether I win or lose, it won’t matter to me. I’ll never give up. I’ll never end. Cause I am breathing. I am making my mark.
And I am here.