I absolutely love reading, but I'm a pretty impatient person. Sometimes I skip a few lines just so I can finish the book faster, and I lose the main details in between, just like how I fast forward a movie with dawdling conversations.
Picking up the book I needed to read for my Asian American studies brought me to the moments when I get so fully absorbed into the story, as though I lived in the moment and entangled myself with the thoughts and emotions in the author's words.
The book "The Latehomecomer" by Kao Kalia Yang reminded myself what I was doing here in University of Wisconsin-Madison. What was my life purpose? Although my life was indeed way better than what they've been through, I could not see the path of my future as clearly as them. Where do I intend to go? What do I intend to do?
I dwell myself in the understanding of life's mysteries, emotions, undiscovered stories. Sometimes, people would ask what my major in school was and when I mouthed those words, they seem unconnected. It didn't feel as though I was passionate about it. Who did I want to become?
Surrounded by people who are studying around me.Gosh, will I really know my life purpose and passion?
Dear God, please help me open my eyes.
