From a young age, dreams were made for me. Vocation was taught only in literal definition, never as a canvas where passion, talent and discipline converge into some semblance of purpose. Those breathless strings of words, colours, and melodies existed—but somehow I felt they were not for me. Why that was could've been a genuine lack of interest or something much more convoluted.
My mother, like many first generation immigrants, had a well-placed fear for the simple survival of her children. This fear translated into constant speeches on education -- it's sole purpose being the obtainment of financial security and social standing. In turn, I wished--quite sincerely at the time--to be a doctor, lawyer, engineer or a businessman, and this one-sided view reflected her fear so profoundly that I instinctively avoided any other flavour of life.
Years went on as I gazed only through small parts of the glass. My journey at Wilfrid Laurier University began and rushed into me incredible waves of what life could be. I discovered love and all its aching thorns, as well as my passion—literature. But they overwhelmed me. Like a certain snake that goes many months without eating, I stumbled upon a feast and ate so greedily that I suffocated. I found Borges and Nabokov, Gogol and Tolstoy, Wittgenstein and Schopenhauer, Fellini and Kurosawa, Marvin Gaye and The Beatles. I wanted it all, recklessly discarding all pre-existing notions of life. I left school, travelled, worked—seeing things and meeting people I had only known in one dimension. I then started a blog and slowly began to exorcise the overwhelming vanity of my initial intentions.
Yet soon after this I felt a gnawing in my gut as pure thirst for discovery turned stale and numb. I was running away. I had learned so much but was staying in a place that offered nothing more for me. I had to move on.
So now I’m here, writing this letter, ready to fine tune the foundation I have rebuilt this time away from school. I have a healthy hunger to learn from peers and teachers that share common passions, and a self-discipline I have struggled greatly to acquire. These are the words I offer as explanation, and I hope they prove adequate for consideration into your English Literature program.