The things I carry

The things we carry define what we are, everyone carries baggage, and that baggage is what makes you, well you.

I always hang my keys from my belt loop and it feels odd when they are not there. For years I never had a house key and was locked out once or twice. As simple as these keys may seem they symbolize freedom, the fact that I might need to open the door because I went somewhere away from my home.

My goal isn't so much to go to college, but to make my mom happy, I have no desire to go to college and be encumbered by a debt and be enslaved to a 9-5 to pay off a huge student loan. I owe it to my mom to take advantage of my education and make up for her lost education, as education wasn't her parents priority for her.

I don't worship false idols, but I do look up to my older brother, practically my father. Despite the fact he didn't make the best decisions when he was my age, he is now happily married and a father to be. When I see him I see happiness, something I'm yet to find.

I'm not one to characterize myself, but for the sake of this assignment, I'm naive, stubborn and hopeful. I long to be a confident person, to break the barrier of insecurity. In regards to what others think about me, I have no idea, and neither wish to know.

Certain memories may change people's view on life, love, faith, whatever it may be. Personally, when my mom explained the reason I don't have a father makes me want to be the greatest father I can be, and not be absent for 17+ years.  It's memories like this that can mold the outlook of individuals.