Wise words from Mr. Aubrey “Drake” Graham and very relatable as I just turned 26 this past September.
I was a very expressive child growing up. I have an archive of poems, songs, letters, journal entries about my “experiences” (what can 12-year-old in the suburbs really experience, though?!) from as long as I can remember when I was living at home in the bay area. When I moved away to southern California for college, those hobbies took a rest. I wonder if I continued those habits, would I have become more in tune with my thoughts or would they be just as sporadic as they are now?
It’s now reaching the end of October and I’m two months past due of my intended release date of this blog. For as long as I’ve been alive, I’ve never had to question what my dream or purpose was. I’ve always known that I wanted to inspire others to get what they want out of life no matter how difficult their circumstances are.
Lately, as the wheel of life keeps turning, I’ve become more aware of myself and the life I’m choosing to live. I don’t think I’ve ever had to figure out who I was, but I have thought about how I would like to contribute to the world and I always come back to the same space that held my purest idea of being able to help others. That’s the end game for me – to be of service and make myself useful to the ones around me. That’s where I find fulfillment. Now the road to get there is another story…
…Which leads to my love for radio.
“Why did you choose to love a dying form of media?” Hell, if I know.
It all began from my earliest days of understanding the concept of radio and having music blast through the stereo at home and in the car. You know, those days prior to commercial-free music on XM/Sirius radio.
My parents had me hella late in the game, so my brother and sister were in high school when I was barely walking in a diaper. I remember how music moved people; the smiles and tears that were brought out of them. It held no discrimination when it came to bringing people together.
The bay area legend, Chuy Gomez was on the airwaves of 106 KMEL when I was growing up. I would hop in the car and he would be the first thing I heard up until I had to dreadfully jump out to start my school day, where I would fantasize about my future in Los Angeles. When I got home from school, I would tune into CMC (California Music Channel) where I found myself singing and dancing to the music videos that played on the station. If CMC never existed, I probably wouldn’t have known what Chuy looked like! So come to find out that I was relating myself to “the guy I hear on the radio” and he is nothing like me, but yet I had to tune in every morning to see what Uncle Chuy was talking about this AM. “Wow” I thought. How is it that I am able to relate to this man? There are endless differences as to our culture, lifestyle, appearance, etc. and I’m in awe as to how we are one in the same. Human.
Ever since then I realized that I would love to be a part of radio. This platform was something that I could really take full advantage of to create who I wanted to be without prior judgement, especially with stripping away the appearance factor. I wanted people to hear me and feel me on subjects that every man and woman have been through despite of our different walks of life. There is something so wonderful about being on different paths, but still have so much in common. Celebrating differences is something I am such an advocate for. We make America what it is and we make the world what it is; even with the different perspectives, we can teach one another so much through having an open mind and allowing ourselves to understand how the other half lives.
This is why and where I am lost. I am allowing myself to be lost and to enjoy this journey as I figure out my voice in a world that is closing in on the medium of radio.
Thank you for reading.