The Ides Of September

The name given to me was probably not by just sheer coincidence. Perhaps there’s a bigger role that I have for this world that I am currently residing in. What has been my purpose in life? Like you, I yearned to know what that could be for me. Ever since I found out what literature was and what kind of impact it can have, I knew at the end of it all, I want to be recognized and to be among the greatest writers of all time, but how would I achieve that? Day in and day out, I would continuously doubt myself. I would write many stories that perhaps won’t ever reach the light of day. Works of my written testimony spread out throughout all of my belongings. From short stories of the past to eloquent stanzas of Haikus. I wanted to change that. To learn more about me, you’d have to learn about my culture. Now here’s the tricky part, I was born in Colombia. In the biggest port of the country, Buenaventura. Not far from a place that has gotten worldwide recognition for a certain dance, The Salsa and all types of other cultures and their reality slowly started to introduce themselves into my life. As a young child, I made a lot of beautiful memories there but after witnessing several heinous acts done by my own people, my mother decided it was time to seek a higher quality of living and greener pastures. So, we started traveling throughout our country, visiting all of our families from both sides until we reached Bogota, the Capital of Colombia. From there, my mother managed to get us plane tickets out of the country and head to New York City. The City of Dreams, as many have said to me. I was only shy of Seven years old, but I was fully aware as to why we were leaving. My own country was the cause of it. I wanted to be a regular kid; I just didn’t realize at the time that I wasn’t alone on this feeling. I always wanted a way to express myself but I just didn’t know how. My family knew I would have a lot to express but due to just simply not knowing enough, I would cry. Yes, that’s right, I cried a lot. Not because I was sad or anything. I just didn’t know how to tell my relatives or anyone for that matter what was actually going on in my brain. Many would tell me, <a href="https://medium.com/@TheIdesOfSeptember/the-ides-of-september-87b0195aeabf">Website</a>