The Winding Road to Who We Become

Everything in our lives make us who we are. It’s the pieces of our pasts that have and continue to mold us into the people we’re supposed to become. We have be open to that. The challenge and pain I dealt with in trying to discover who I was supposed to be, readied me for where and who I am today — all of it has given me the strength to keep pressing on, and it will continue to do just that well into the future, in ways I could most likely never imagine.

Frankly speaking, I can’t even recall how I stumbled across Chris Hill’s writing. More than likely, through Medium’s exceptional algorithms, the platform quickly realized how encouraging and influential many of his articles were becoming that pretty soon it felt like a crime not to seek them.

I absolutely love this piece where he candidly speaks on how all the sh*t he’s been through could have easily left him feeling like a victim in life but instead, he embraced the hardship and became fully aware of how all those difficult shaped who he is today. This happens to all of us. For me, I majored in Graphic Design, eventually got tired of it, ditched it and moved on to work in retail where I continue to do so up to this day.

From the outside, it may seemed as if I had squander time in getting to where I am now, fully cognizant of my passion towards photography but I must say that nothing of what I do with my camera would have been remotely possible had it not been for the creative discipline I adopted as a graphic designer or the easiness to approach strangers which arose from continuing to work with people in a retail setting. All of our life experiences seem to build upon everything else regardless of how inconsequential we may have deemed one specifically experience to be.

To dig even deeper, when I was 12, I might have had a little resent towards my parents for having my brother and I live with my grandparents and extended family in El Salvador while they stayed back here in New York but in hindsight, I can’t begin to tell you how much appreciation the experience has brought to me as person. At that age, I knew very little about my culture, I had a difficulty expressing empathy towards people and even carrying an intelligent conversation with a person in Spanish. Without question I wouldn’t be who I am today had I not lived in El Salvador and while I might have considered it to be a shitty decision at the time on my parents part, till this day, I don’t think I can thank my parents enough.