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Friday, November 30, 2012

One mormon Culture Utah

 As I wrote about  the culture of my country and how I have being missing it a lot theses day, I would also like to share some of my thoughts about the Utah culture. Interestingly enough, I am not the only one who thinks this way, so I have brought some research of other people's opinion to the table.
I want to start saying that Utah is a wonderful place with many wonderful people. The fact that it is blessed with the mormon culture and lots of mormon history, faithful mormon people is also a plus. I was so excited to come to go to school in utah knowing that that would be the case and thinking that it would be easier to live the principles. I just really miss the feeling that I had as I lived in Brazil and I had so many opportunities to be the light of the world. To try my very best everyday to follow the principles and be an example to my family, brother and sister and my dad who is not a member. I have to say that at any moment it was easy to be like that, but it was so wothy as I saw the many blessing that came into my life. Growing up in Brazil and a member of the church ( mormon, LDS) made me go through a lot of situations where I had to stand up for myself and choice the right. That helped my testemony grow stronger and deeper.

I have discussed with my husband though so many times my frustantion living in Utah/ Provo, and how I miss the opportunity to serve, the opportunity to stand up and be the light, the opportunity to make a difference in the lives of my beloved ones.  I just wish I didn't live in a bubble where everything is fine (or lets pretend it is), because it is not. There are so much work to be done. So many lives to touch and I feel as if someone had put me in a place where I get to be just one more. Just one mormon newly married girl who is trying to make the best of the present so the future brings the blessing of survyvin in this world. And hoping of someday make a difference in someone's life so I can feel that I have a purpose on this earth.

Here is another post of a friend of mine who also feels and sees the Mormon Culture and Utah the way it is.
Here is another post with a lot of comments of people that feels the same way.

Now, I hope whoever reads this post try to understand and see my perspective on this. If you have a different one, you are more than welcome to share it and I will be very open minded to it. 

Thanks!~


 

brazilian people. - by Cindy Guillory

I've read this post on my friend's blog and I couldnt hesitate but post it here. I defines the caracteristics of my culture, my people, my family, my heritage. I find it really ( whats the word...) challenging to live in America and live here everyday with the memories of a lifetime of my past in Brazil with my family. I grew up in Brazil and that made me who I am today: a mixture of culture, family values and the principles learned at the Church of Latter Day Saints. At first, I was very unwillingly to become part of the american/ utah culture. Many times I found myself: depressed, lonely, stressed, discouraged. But after realizing that those feelings were killing my soul, I decided I would play along and become part of this culture, so I could find joy again. I can't say that all those feelings have gone away, but I can say that I am trying my best to open my mind and learn from the differences. 

Here is the post from my friend's blog, hope you all enjoy it. I will be posting the portuguese version on another post. You can find the original post here.





"Last night for my portuguese class, I had to watch a two hour video about the lives of various brazilians living in a huge apartment building in Copacabana (rio de janeiro). The interviewer knocked on various doors, spent a few minutes interviewing them and moved on to the next person. It was amazing how everyone in that building had a completely different, unique story. Even though they share the same building, they come from various places & have lived completely different lives..Yet, somehow they all ended up in Copacabana, sharing the same roof.

All of the stories were very touching and inspiring. Every person had something to share, something to contribute to the overall image...something ultimately to break the "cliche" that they felt they were under. Even though sometimes it was painful for them to share their experiences, they did anyways..

There are a few things that I learned about brazilians in this documentary, and I'd like to share. Because..they are my people. My half. So, it makes me feel that as I learn from them, I'm also learning about myself. My nature. My family. My heritage.

Brazilians.

-They have a need for company. Partnership. They have this need to be loved. I would not consider them as independent as americans, whom are a lot of times fine being alone..mostly because they are too busy to realize they are alone. Brazilians crave companionship. They don't do well alone.
-A lot of times Brazilians get married, stay married, but don't stay together. Meaning, they get "divorced" without ever going through the trouble of legally getting divorced. I've seen this in my own family. I always thought it was odd, but now I realize it's a common thing.
-Brazilians are emotional people. Both men and women. I think they have very tender, sensitive hearts. Even if they appear to be macho on the outside. They feel deeply.
-They have a need to express themselves. They love to talk. They are very open people who long to share their stories, feelings, ideas, etc. Don't ever go to a Brazilians house without expecting to stay there at least 2 hours because they will talk and talk and talk.
-They are not afraid to speak the truth. They will share intimate details about their lives, even with people they don't know well.
-They will do anything for their family. Their family is their world. They support one another and help one another. They want the best for each other and will do whatever it takes to make each other happy. Even if that means they have to struggle and sacrifice. They will do it for their family. It's also very common for multiple generations to live under the same roof.
-Not all Brazilians love soccer. Not all Brazilians living in Rio love the beach. Not all Brazilians love to samba. Those are all cliches.
-Brazilians tend to have an image of America as "the place to be." It's also interesting that many of them have connections to the US. Somehow they know someone who lives in America- a family member, friend, acquaintance, etc. Now, this isn't true for most Brazilians I think..but from the video I watched many of them had worked and lived in the US or had family members who had.
-Many Brazilians in Rio believe they live in a very violent place. They claim to live in "post card" brazil but they want people to realize how safety is a huge concern for them in their daily lives.
-Finally, they want more out of life. They want success. They want peace. They also want security. They desire to improve themselves by being educated and having a good career. The problem is that many of them do not have the means to get out of their current situation to have that opportunity.

In all, I'm really proud of my background. I'm very proud of my half brazilian side. I'm also very proud of my American side. I love my two countries. Sometimes I wonder if I feel more brazilian or american. I grew up in a very brazilian household. I spoke Portuguese before I spoke English. (although my portuguese has gone downnnnnnhiiiiill hah) We listened to a lot of Roberto Carlos in our home. We went to Brazil almost every summer. Mom pretty much only made Brazilian food. Our home was very brazilian and that's how I grew up. I'm also a mirror image of my mother who is Brazilian. Hmm.. I wonder." - Cindy Guillory

 

Enjoying now/ Aproveitando o HOJE!

Aqui tem um texto que reflete um pouco sobre o que eu tava falando no outro dia, sobre minha opiniao da cultura dos Estados Unidos e da cultura onde sempre estamos correndo e vivendo no futuro. Espero que gostem. Eu li no jornal hoje. E mais tarde eu coloco a traducao.

SALT LAKE CITY -- A little over a year ago we moved into a new house. Previous to this house, we lived in a small one-bedroom apartment for our first two years of marriage, a basement rental, and my Grandma's basement while saving up to buy our first house.
One of the basements we lived in was the same it had been since the ’70s and had emerald green carpet, pink tile, low ceilings — pretty retro. Oh, and rose-pink carpet in our baby boy's room sort of clashed with the baby blue and navy bedding I shopped around for months for. Not exactly the vision I'd always pictured in my head for my first baby's nursery.
But all joking aside, those were great years with priceless memories, and those interesting housing experiences only now make the memories more fun to reflect back on. But looking back, I remember that as we were renting and moving around it was easy to get envious of friends and relatives who had bought their own houses, especially when they were newer and more updated than the ’70s motif we had going on. I always thought, one day, when I have my own house and more space and newer things, it will be so great. I was always looking forward.
Well, we got lucky and hit the housing market right. It just so happened that when we were ready to buy, house prices were down, and some lots in one of the neighborhoods we had our eye on went down in price and we were able buy a lot. We were going to build our very own, brand new house. I was so excited.
We went through the building process and picked everything out. Then we moved in, and it was a little surreal. We were finally in our own place. It was nice and new and even had that new house smell.

Imagine how many wasted happy moments go to wishing for something that we don't have or looking toward the future instead of living in the present.

We've lived here for over a year now. And the truth is, I love my house, but once the newness set in, nothing really changed. I wasn't any happier because of my new house.
I specifically remember the day, a month or two after we moved in, that this realization hit me. I realized that yes, it was nice to have a bedroom for both our kids so we no longer had to share a room with our 9-month-old daughter, but other than that, everything was pretty much the same, just in a different setup. Having a new house with more square footage, granite countertops and updated appliances had nothing to do with my happiness.
Now this is not to say that I was unhappy before, but at this time, it hit me that we choose our own happiness. And it has nothing to do with the type of house we live in. I have just as many happy, fond and loving memories looking back at the year and a half that we lived in that old ’70s basement apartment as the past year in our new house.
It's so easy to look ahead and think, “It will be so great when …” or "I will be happier when ..." But really, as cheesy as it may sound, the time that is great is now. Imagine how many wasted happy moments go to wishing for something that we don't have or looking toward the future instead of living in the present.
I am convinced that in the end, it all comes back to one thing: being content in the here and now. If we can learn to keep perspective and focus on enjoying the little things and the precious moments in life, it won't matter what type of house we live in, what type of car we drive, or even what our income is. Because the truth is, even when we move into the new house or buy the new car or land that six-figure income, there's always going to be someone that exceeds us. More importantly, those things aren't where true happiness is drawn from.
Being content in the here and now, and truly enjoying the moments, seems to be the key, and I'm trying to be better at it. Feel free to join me.