I’m one of those people that likes to experience life
fully. I’ve never been one who is
complacent sitting back, looking at the world, and watching it pass me by. I like to fully immerse myself in the world I
am living and surround myself with love, happiness, and peace. I like new cultures, new religions, learning
about race, identity, and travelling to new horizons. God has given us an entire Earth to explore,
discover, and push the limits of our own comfort level to grow and learn. I want to be like a sponge on this planet –
permeable, flexible, and absorbing everything around it.
I will never understand people who are ok with living in a
self-constructed bubble. I want to
experience every facet of life – breath in new air in a foreign country, hear rhythmic
hymns and chants in a temple, bring a smile to a child’s face, and immerse
myself in someone else’s shoes. We were
given the power and the love within us to transform a life and more
substantially, this world. I firmly
believe that good people exist.
I am a cultural mutt.
I have been told I look Italian/Puerto Rican/Middle Eastern my entire
life. I love it and fully embrace my
cultural ambiguity. As a matter of fact,
I would rather not identify with one “culture” per say as I am a bit of thief
when it comes to music, food, religion, and language. I take what I identify with; no matter if it
is deemed culturally “Indian” or “Caribbean” or “African American.” I do not ascribe to traditional categorization
and I will continually rebel against labels.
I am Raquel; a cultural parasite who takes what she associates with,
what calls to her heart, and is constantly learning new rituals and traditions
that will expand her “bubble” of reality.
Call me Dora the Explorer, as my old coworker used to call me.
Life is a joy. By fully
immersing myself in the moment, I always try to use all five senses and commit
my experiences to memory, as I know in a few years, I will be unable to recall
sights, smells, and sounds exactly as they are in the moment. Videos and pictures are my only hope. It troubles me that I even fail to recall
many of the experiences on my first international trip to Costa Rica when I was
seventeen; merely eight years ago.
My college friends call me “paparazzi.” I secretly love it. I love capturing and remembering
moments. Some will argue that by
capturing a moment, I am missing the very essence of being “in” the
moment. I disagree. I have done both and will continue to live
fully AND remember fully.
I have an esoteric mind and a depth that not many can
understand. I think deeply and
critically with regard to my relationships with people, my interactions, and my
love for the world. Yes, I am a dreamer
and a lover. Perhaps I was born in the
wrong decade. I will always choose my
heart and often times fail to think rationally as my heart is not a rational organ
unfortunately. But I wouldn’t have it
any other way. Regret will never be in
my vocabulary.
I fully love my life.
Every day, every hour, every minute, every second. No one can take my thoughts, my inner joy, my
heart, or my hope. Those are the seconds
of my watch. Those are the ticks
that keep my arms flying and my legs sailing.
Bon voyage to a new adventure. Dream big, keep your wanderlust fervent.
Sail away.
Bon voyage to a new adventure. Dream big, keep your wanderlust fervent.
Sail away.