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Sandstorm

Sandstorm
By Suchita Thepkanjana

The first stage of life was filled with dreams. Every child had one, and so did I. You could ask
any child what they wanted to be, and they’d answer, with utmost confidence, “I’m going to be a
singer/artist/firefighter”, or something along those lines. We were so assured that we would become
exactly who we were meant to be, but all of this would change.

Soon came the next stage of life, called “Growing Up”. It started with the cold, jarring
introduction to prestigious colleges and “real” jobs (doctors, engineers, business owners, of course).
As time passed, friends turned into competitors, “real” jobs replaced naïve dreams, and passions
became hobbies (because “you just can’t make a living with them, sweetie”), until, by the time I was
fourteen, not even an ounce of the bright-eyed, optimistic three-year-old could be found. I had become
one of thousands of uptight, burnt-out students on a path to becoming someone we don’t even
recognize. One of thousands of students who have learned to lie so naturally to other people about
who we are and who we want to be, lying to ourselves has become just as easy.

Now, at sixteen, we spend millions on tutors, academic coaches, and new
foundations/organizations/charities we pretend to care about. We’re completely engulfed in this race
in which slightly-varied versions of the same fabricated, perfect-student prototype desperately grapple
at opportunities to tell admissions committees, “Please let me into your college! I’m the most special!
I care the most!”. No, we’re not, and no, we don’t. What we are are manufactured, near-identical
products, fresh out of the mold, moving acquiescently down the assembly line. What we have is a
shell of an identity that is not quite ours. We each refer to ourselves as “an individual”, but can we
really say that when there’s no individuality left?

Looking back on myself, I’m reminded of a sandstorm. Frenzied currents of wind blow sand
against rocks, eroding them little by little, chipping away one unnoticeable particle at a time, until all
that remains is an empty space where the rock used to be. It is now dust, assimilated with grains of
sand in the swirling wind, being carried off to who knows where?

What are we even doing this for?
Eventually, we are struck with the painful realization that we’re never going to be somebody,
so all we can do is avoid becoming nobody. We just aren’t unique anymore, and all we have left to pin
our hopes on is a fragile piece of paper from a prestigious university or a paycheck from a famous
company, declaring that once upon a time, we were at least a little more special than the average
person. So we welcome, with open arms, the wind blowing sand against our surface. We let the
sandstorm carry ourselves away, hoping we never wake up one day, look at our reflection in the
mirror, and suddenly wonder “Who could I have been?”

Submission Rationale

When I first saw the prompt of “Youth Identity”, I was really stuck. I wanted to write about my wow-factor, but when
I realized there wasn’t one, I decided to write about my lack thereof. In this piece, I tried to tackle the problem about the
loss of identity that I observed in myself and some of my fellow classmates as we grew up (please note that I mentioned
doctors, engineers, and business owners as examples because these jobs are most valued by society, not because I think all
medical/engineering/business students are sheep). Deciding on who we want to become in the future has always been a
dilemma for every adolescent, and the emphasis that our society puts on certain paths in life, those associated with wealth,
stability, and prestige, do nothing but complicate matters even more. Teenagers are pressured into deserting their real passions
and dreams by the idea that if they don’t go to a certain high-ranking university and have a certain job, they automatically are
not special, when really, what makes them not special is becoming what others expect them to be. In this, I aimed to address
the less positive side of youth identity.

By : Suchita Thepkanjana

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