The life of the World to Come

When we are children we all long to grow up. Us girls as children we wear our mother’s heels, her makeup and paint our faces like literal clowns that don’t know how to put makeup on. We start to grow with time and unconsciously learn to do everything on our own. After all the fights, the love, the care the fun and the adventures, we feel we will never reach our independence that we will always be with our loved ones. But time flies by and eventually we long to go back home. In 2008, when I was 7 years old, I literally thought my parents had made the worst decision in their life. “Moving,” just by hearing that word, my heart skipped a beat. Just the thought of it haunted my dreams for nights, days, months, and even years. My parents had made the decision of moving out of my country, into a whole new world. We were moving to the United States, to McAllen Texas to be more specific. I knew this change would change my life forever, I knew my life would never be the same.
By the summer of the following year we moved to McAllen a city I had never heard of before. Not only did the place where I lived change, my school changed, my food changed, my culture changed, and my friends changed. I had to learn how to live like these people, how to talk like them and even later, how to think like them. I slowly began to talk again, be myself again. But I still could not understand why we had to move. Moving here gradually changed me into a person I thought I would never be before. After some time I discovered to accept God’s plan and there was a reason to moving. I did not know then, that that chapter of my life was actually a ladder going towards the road of God. It was a climb to the happiest state of being a person could ever reach.

2) What’s in a name? “Maria Jose Balderas”

Names are an integral part of who we are. It secretly describes us into falling in our own characteristics. If we imagine ourselves with another name, we can’t see ourselves the same way. Names are given to us by our parents but ultimately sent by God. They shape the sense of who we are. The unity between my name and me are irrelevant. There are so many chains that latch us together like fish in the sea. My name defines me, and not only does it identify me it describes me in a sense of finding our selves in a word. When you say a name out loud or in silence. When you say a name out loud or in silence, we not only think about the name itself but about the person behind that word. A name is not just a word it is a whole world. The name that my parents chose for me fell right into place. I would never change my name because it is who I am. My first name comes from my mom’s mother and my middle name comes from my dad’s father. These two names come into perfect combination to create the sounds of my identity. My name symbolizes mother and father of Christ. It is a name that symbolizes Mary the mother of Jesus and Jose the earthly father of Jesus. This was not on purpose, for my parents realized this symbolism later through out the years. I think it is a sign of God that, that specific name belongs to me, because my parents did not think of any other name not before and not after. I live with my name more than I would expect, I guess because for me, my name is not only a name, it is who I am and it identifies me. By using names we see how they ear respect not like the simple word her, she, and him. A name represents a thing but eventually becomes it.