Emily Dickinson, On a Columnar Self
On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty
That Lever cannot pry—
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction—That Granitic Base—Though None be on our Side …
Success is counted sweetest
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of victory
As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
Hello, I was born in Vietnam and came to America in 1975. While both of my sisters were so grateful that we were able to leave, I have a bitter-and-sweet attitude.
My teenage self was unaware of the politic of war, connecting to the growing comfort of home. The older one appreciated America, permitting a second chance at the American Dream.
It is difficult for anyone to believe that the American Dream can still exist in today's society. As uneducated immigrants and women, we are glad that American society allows us a voice, opinion, ideas, and a second chance to dream the impossible.
Living in America enabled me to complete college at a later age and pursue my goal as an artist. Since I came from a farming family, art was unappreciated or taboo in some ways. I didn't blame my siblings or family for our survival by working since it is always a struggle with artists until one is famous or recognized. For so many stories, no one knows your art till you are gone, leaving a memory that never forgotten.
While most of my family deterred me from my love for art, I hung on to my passion. Thank many of my outstanding teachers and professors; I finally made it. However, life always has surprises for me. After completing my educational goals, I became ill with FIBROMYALGIA.
Fibromyalgia is an unknown disorder. No one can physically see your suffering unless you wear the same shoes. I felt alone and then spiraled into a great depression. I would probably lose amid darkness if it weren't for my YouTube channel, Sharing with Seryna. There, I could share stuff with other fibromyalgia people, foods, and music, but mostly to retain what I have learned in colleges and universities. I am still alive through creating---breaking through the dimensions of eternal darkness.
As of today, a decade later, I manage my fibromyalgia. It was never an easy task. It has taken a toll on my mind and body, but I never stopped, and I think I made it through the mist of the unknown, a SMALL YOUTUBER. If you are like me, please hang in there so THAT YOU CAN OVERCOME, ACHIEVE, AND HAVE A LIFE YOU HAD VISSIONED.
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