I have a graveyard of bones to pick with life because it’s starting to feel as if it’s giving it all to death. Life feels as if it were surrendering too easily to the death of love, death of joy, death of feeling, and death of hope. So I ask pleadingly, “Life, why are you cultivating so much death?” What if we just cultivated the soil a little more to bring forth healthier trees with full fruits for the little beings that could scamper about and grow the forest bigger? What if the path were clearer, a bit more manageable, for frail souls and bodies? What if in the place of battlefields we erected symbols immortalizing all of Life’s warmest qualities? Now I know that in life there must be room for death, but must it be this large?
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Many things have inspired me along the way, from the way that atoms interact to universal forces working in tandem to bring joy into my life. I arrived from Cuba at the young age of 6 years old, became a big sister to an exceptional little boy at the age of 13, went off to college as a first-generation college student, earned a Bachelor's degree in Biological Chemistry from Grinnell College. After graduating, I became a high school science teacher with Teach for America and taught for 5 years. While teaching, I earned a Master's of Science in Education and Social Change from the University of Miami and then studied at Florida Institute of Technology and became a Board Certified Behavior Analyst (BCBA). Currently I am loving my life as a BCBA where every day I learn new skills applicable in my practice and in my life. View all posts by hellenbarroso
