By Ale

I know my sisters wont approve of all the text I’m about to post on our blog, and even more so the deep nature of what I’m about to post, but I sometimes stop to consider my life. You know, really consider it. And I have so many plans and so many dreams, but I’m not sure how to make them into a reality. The thing is, I really believe that I was made to be different. All my life I’ve been different to others, I started school early so I was a little younger than my classmates, but not only that, we were always strange because of our very obviously Italian names, and the fact that there are so many of us. (Just to name a few)

Having relocated to Italy intensified all these differences a million fold. I sometimes can’t actually believe how different I really am to these people. Not only because my language is so different, but because I think differently. My beliefs are so so different. And I think there was a reason for that. (Not that it makes day to day life easy, but one has to look past the minor details.)

I want to count, I want to do something amazing and great. Not for my own sake, but for the greater good. I want my life to be an example. A reflection of my maker. But it’s so hard. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in all our small concerns, the little things that we allow to take up all our time. To get distracted

Can I overcome these things and stand up and be counted?
How can I make sure I don’t let the mundaneness of life weigh down on me?
Is it possible for an idealist to make it in a realist’s world? 

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