I saw it happen...
Americanism.
Americanism.
It's amazing that how fast you can turn into an American. Less than 3 years. I got converted. I almost showed my back on my country. My friends, my family, everything I thought I valued the most. Everything that once my elderly fought for. Who am I? Why am I here? You never know. One day I was riding a horse under the magnificent blue sky at the steppes of Mongolia, and one day now I am flirting with the American dream. The dream that brought up this nation, the dream that will also destroy this nation. I saw history being made, but I grew up where history was made, where still the great spirits of once the mighty kings wander. It was never the dream of America that shaped me as a person, instead it is the dream of my grandparents which completed my soul. I tried to walk, so that I can run but I slipped and landed awkardly. It could have been worse, god knows. Once you realize it, the feeling of embarrassment strikes as a lightning. The hopes I have given to others pull me down. If I had a choice, I would blossom. I would start building my empire starting today, and after the years of success I will be standing on the peak, looking down telling myself "That was a long journey". But... it's not an option. My only option is go where I belong. Maybe one day I'll get an empire that is one tenth of what I have dreamed of. Elegant and sophisticated lifestyle complements struggle. Simplicity is the way to go says my inner self. I just never listen. Now I figured out the mistake I was about to make, even though I don't think it was any kind of decision flaw - nothing is flawless and I have an one way street to walk. I just need a nice little walk.
