Para mi gente, todos ustedes pueden romper las barreras…
There is no sensation as quite inconsolable as inadequacy. When does passion relinquish its power to ability? When does the desire to be great and accomplish many become comical? The reality is that there will never be enough capability to encompass lack of passion. Science frays where imagination ceases- the limitations of advancement rest in the very nerve endings of us.
For us, our ingenuity has been encoded through our lineage. From the very hands that picked strawberries in the state of California, to our mothers who carried the burden of carrying our native tongue through generations. From our fathers who worked tirelessly to ensure a life of stability. This heirloom was extended to the dorms of our university, to the lecture halls, and to Graduation Day. It has never been a matter of lack of interest, it was a matter of survival. We craved greatness when we recognized that we never would live how our parents had before. Their sacrifices and grit had to be recognized, to be honored. And so, we devoted our 20’s to that. We dedicated our class rings, our caffeine dependencies, and failures to our families. So, this grand burden of honor began to burrow itself into our chests. As we recognized the weight on our shoulders, it became heavier. The consciousness of failure became restless.
Alas, failure is inevitable, and recognizing it became our savior. We learned to acknowledge failure but never accept it. We developed humbling remedies, we forgave our ignorance and devoted time to understand our shortcomings. Perhaps these great expectations were a reflection of our great admiration for our people before us, we mimicked their eminence and embodied their resilience. After all, imitation is the greatest form of flattery.
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