Silences, How Awkward...

Sometimes I think that a silence is necessary to help one think through what they are about to say, where they're going, or who they want to become. Sometimes silence helps us to gather our feelings instead of making rash decisions and sometimes its just needed after a long, exhausting day.
But there are always those moments, when you're driving in a car with somebody that you don't have much in common with and you feel that maybe you can find interests with them as a way to "fill the air with noise." There are moments when you just let out all of your emotions and whoever you told doesn't react how you expected, and there again, is an awkward moment. You think to yourself, should I have said anything at all? Should I have kept it inside? Why did I even expect something out of nothing? Those moments with a family member that you have no interest in speaking to and those moments when you run into somebody you haven't seen in a long time but never had such close relations with are just a few examples of when a silence can truly become awkward.
Silence is what you make of it. It is what we all need sometimes; that quiet piece of mind. Yet sometimes it drives you mad because you wish you could understand what someone is thinking but you just can't gather the right words to say.

Who am I?

I am an independent and motivated person, although I'm usually never afraid to ask for help. I'm influenced very much by my surroundings. Unfortunately, we live in a society where our socioeconomic status can get the best of us. However, I also live in a loving home, with parents who have supported me through everything I've chosen to do. I think that because they have immigrated from Russia and had to begin a new life here, their success has kept me appreciative of everything I have. I wish I could say that nothing I've ever gotten I've taken for granted but I most certainly have, again because I think that when growing up in a certain realm of society, one is brought to believe that life consists of certain things. As I've grown up though, I have seen that that's not the type of person I want to become; materialistic and ignorant of my surroundings. I've taken to reading at least a few news articles daily and although I don't have time for a book all too often, I still try to get through some reading in my day.
My parents are my heroes for everything they've done in starting a life here and making a way for my sister and I. I think that because of them, I try so hard at everything I do. Nothing just comes to those who wait, I think a person is responsible for building their own success. My goals are to become successful one day, through a fulfilling career and later traveling the world and helping those who have it so much worse off than many of us do. I'm not so sure I'm brave enough to be able to see how so much of the world lives, but I think that by even trying to help somebody out there, I'll have a broader world view. I could only hope that I get out of this bubble as fast as possible, I feel like too many people are ignorant and it's sad to say that I'm one of the many. I want to become more and with my life just beginning, hopefully I'll stick to my goals and pursue them.