Juliana’s Blog

Time is a intriguing concept. When I think about the meaning of time, a lot of conflicting ideas come to mind. The human aspect of me wants to visualize the idea, conforming the idea to a definition in a dictionary, with a diagram beside it; maybe it would be a circle, infinite, versatile, aligning with the infamous quote “history repeats itself”; maybe it would be a road, rocky, twisting, the end never quite captured by our simple eyes. But, metaphors and analogies never seem to embody the true essence of time. The more I aim to grasp its fading whisper, the more elusive it becomes, slipping through my desperate fingers, the only true remnant being the wonders of experience my mind grapples to process. The spiritual aspect of me however, compares time to my faith in God. Two concepts that I believe to be true, yet cannot wrap my superficial mind around. However, the difference between time and my Lord is not their conceptualism, but instead their reliability. I look to my devoted fait...

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 ...