Lives of Youth Around the World 7

Bringing the life from two different points of view, gave me a lot to think about.

1: 22, from the United States

My ambition WAS to be a novelist. Now that I am one, I want to be a best-selling novelist. I want to ghostwrite for high profiling people, travel write and be an internet entrepreneur, as I enjoy working remotely, writing and traveling. There’s a saying which says, “If you don’t build your dream, someone else will hire you to help build there’s.” Being completely honest with myself, I don’t care enough about strangers to help them build their dreams with when I have my own to focus on. For a long time, I never wanted to wake up at 5:30 am to work 8 or 9 hours, making someone else a lot of money while I make pennies. I want to wake up slowly when my body tells me to. I want to wear whatever I want, eat whenever I want for as long as I want, do whatever I want and have more control over my income. My mother especially has always been there for me and supported me. She was there for me when NO ONE else was and for that, she is my hero. When I was in school, even in college, I felt like I was consistently being forced to be something I’m not, constantly regurgitating facts on someone else’s opinion on a subject to pass an exam. Writing was and still is my way of comfort. I currently reside in Vegas. But I miss Portland, Oregon. It’s my hometown. I miss the mostly gloomy skies and almost seldom sunny days. Something about the gloomy clouds and cold rain. It makes me feel at home. I want to live in New York city one day but I’m aware of how expensive it is. It’s where the writers are and great opportunities for writers will be easier to reach out there. I want to start a tradition one day – take a road trip four times a year across the country, just to enjoy the different seasonal scenery, such as fall foliage and snow. I don’t like how Vegas is usually hot and sunny. I miss the mostly cold and rain. My published novel is about the experiences of two children in an Indian Residential School in the early 1900s. The purpose of these schools was to assimilate Native Americans into European American ways (to be Christians, speak only English and “civilized”). There’s also some romance involved, for instance, the boy kills for the girl. And I do hope to make a sequel at some point but the overall message of the piece is perseverance, trying to find beauty in the most terrifying things and being forced to be something you’re not. It’s entitled, Aging Storm Clouds: An Assimilation Memoir. I hope you

2: 23, Kurdish

Graduating from college is everyone’s dream, gladly I have finished my studies, now I’m looking for a job. Besides studying, I don’t really have personal dreams and goals, my dreams are mostly for my nation. I’ve always dreamed of having a really developed country so that the youth of my country can achieve their goals successfully. In our daily life we face a lot of gossips and people talk behind our backs, for example, I can’t work in any job that I like because I’m a girl, I may face the criticism from the society. If we had more freedom to express our thoughts and actions, I believe life would be easier. I love every single part of my country. The two things that are very important to me are the Citadel and the Bazaar. Living together without caring about differences in religion and race is really impressing me. People are living happily and peacefully together. What I don’t like is making the city dirty and throwing trash on the streets by some people is annoying me. In my country, having a job has its difficulties, there are a lot of injustices and corruption. You have to know people in specific places in order to get a job and to get your things done easily.

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