When I was young similar to many people I thought opportunity meant: to make large amounts of money. And I guess I have to ask this to everyone reading: How many of you have thought in the past that opportunity meant money?
When I was in High School I remembered something that changed my view about it. I've remembered the same memory recently and wrote about it. It's a happy memory and it changed the way I think. So I've decided to share it here.
Opportunity means for example: If you're a guy who wants to have a short beard and mustache and ridiculously long hair -you have the right to do that. You can work in a career that you choose not that someone else chooses for you. You have the right to choose the person you want to talk to, a specific woman for me among other people. You can buy the food and drink you want to. I guess it could be called: That you can make a life for yourself. The kind of life that you want to live.
Back then I spoke with my history professor and he asked the whole class a question. "How many people think opportunity only means money?" The class didn't say anything.
I can explain the memory I remembered from my childhood while keeping it private. My dad had work in manhattan and I came along. There was a beautiful woman there. She isn't rich or famous but I liked her and because of this I was able to use my fast reflexes to move back during the time a car had crossed a red light. So I guess she saved me. She has success here even though she might not have a lot of money. And I fell in love. With her. This is going to seem strange without thinking a bit. After the car passed the other streetlight was about to turn red and I was short, because I was young, so I ran across while it still said "walk" in green letters. So she actually saved my life twice in one day. Cars passing by can see a person but a child is not tall. They were filming in this area for a music video, a much less popular one. She was sitting in a chair. A noise I made from panic is actually recorded in it which may have ruined the end of the music video or changed it but I guess this story could be told to explain it. She's from Canada. This is actually why I drew a woman as an angel in my book: The man in me, a Memoir by Mitko Rouynekov. Halo and everything.
Aside from that. I don't think there's a problem with me writing this. People who have a diagnosis or a label should be allowed to write about the same exact things as people that don't. -I shouldn't be harmed or illegally imprisoned in a hospital for this. Use common sense. There is absolutely nothing wrong with what I've written and that means someone does not have the right to say there is based on law.
There are so many good things on earth. The earth isn't a place of torture. As for myself I don't have much experience with the world but I'm honest.
P.S. I have a bit more to say. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It could be a taxi driver. Or a woman working watering plants at the botanical gardens. Or an Engineer. I had not heard her music. I've listened to it later, which I guess makes it so you can know more about the person because of what they say.
Post-Post Scriptum: As for my internet. She doesn't have many songs or albums. But she's a great person. (One of her songs teaches self esteem just like this post does.)
Final Post Scriptum: I guess history repeats itself. Prince sang it long ago. "You don't have to be a movie star."