Juliana’s Blog

My imagination took hold of me during quarantine. The boredom of loneliness inhibited the extensive outreach my creative mind had, and while I sat and blankly stared at my iPad, I recounted dreams from previous nights. Tales of a life beyond the four walls of my room, in which characters I created became friends and held relationships, something I was shielded from achieving myself. This alternative universe engulfed me, had me lying paralyzed by thoughts for hours at a time, detailing the dreams I desperately clung to internally, yearning for the next episode to commence.

Out of all the prompts from Notre Dame, the one that seemed to pop out far more than the rest  to me was the last one, "What would you fight for?". This is a question that I've given a lot of thought to; what exactly would I fight for, and why is it so important that I would be willing to fight for it? The only thing I could resolve on truly fighting for is my siblings. I would fight for my little brothers and sisters. I'd assume most people would fight for their siblings, as family is generally important and valued by most, but I wouldn't assume they would fight for them with the same passion I would. From a young age, my mom has instilled in me the value and blessings my younger siblings are, that I was destined to be the oldest. According to her, my purpose in my family is to defend and support my younger siblings when they feel they can't fight for themselves, my purpose is to love them with all my heart, and to love them is to fight for them. It would be ...