Journeys can be physical, metaphysical, imaginative or even unexpected, they are an essential part of human growth and development. However, journeys are not always an easy experience – they come at a cost. A metaphysical journey involves the exploration of the human potential allowing the individual to extend themselves not
have realized that I have made a journey from darkness to redemption along with the author. Look in
I was always different from the other kids in my class. I was reserved and quiet. Most would tell me that I always look like I was in deep thought. Well that's because I was. I always thought that I thought deeper and viewed the world differently than other people my age. I had a great interest in people, in fact they fascinated me. I greatly enjoyed meeting new people and listening to their life or things they like. So I guess one could say my interest in Anthropology dates back to grade school. History was always my best subject, I would always sit at the front of the class "bright eyed and bushy tailed". But I especially loved when they talked about different civilizations of people and the thing they did. When it was time to decide where I wanted to go to college and
I am no longer one of the people in the darkness. I have escaped the delusion. Through the pain in my
I gently place one foot in front of the other, as carefully and precise as a tightrope walker, my journey begins. One wrong move I fall from this ice covered mountain into oblivion - a world that has no end or meaning, just darkness. A world at which nothing matters no family, no friends, no happiness, no dreams, not even my own will to continue. What is the point of continuing I’m so close to the edge?
“Hello” I shout. “Anybody there” I yell into the darkness. My voice echoes far into the darkness of the world beyond. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know who I am. Each day I sit here calling out into the dark hoping to see the light. I am trapped. I travel each and every hour searching for light or a means to escape this perilous abyss. I wait for the light to reappear each day, small slivers of light at first. But, eventually the bright gleaming rays of light pierce the abyss.
Riding a unicycle is probably pretty interesting. I originally wanted my parents to get me a pogo stick for christmas because they never got me one when i was little, but they couldn’t find an adult sized one in their budget. So they figured something else that is equally strange would suffice, and it really seemed to fit my personality.The reason I started my essay with a reference to my unicycle is because it shows some good aspects of my character. Since riding a unicycle took multiple months for me to master, it shows that I am persistent, even if I fall a few times. Though riding a unicycle is interesting and fun, it’s not my main priority. I’m extremely passionate for film and theatre, and there are a few things about me that really do a fantastic job at getting me ready for a career in acting.
My steps were heavy and meaningful and I felt somewhat human, arms lifting the body, unaware and uncaring of the weight. "I think once I leave I'll give up hunting" I recited to myself as my boots hit every stair in rhythm, "I think once I leave Ill go somewhere new, change my name and find something or someone to love" The word left my tongue as if it was the last time we were seeing each other in this life time. That word was so foreign to what my brain was focused on and It felt nice I
You decided take a hike through the woods you know the area so you not going to get to lost. You head out the door and head for the woods you find a hike trail and follow it. You hear the crunching of leaves under your feet sounds of nature all around you as you continue to go along the trail. You find a trail going up and up as you go up it finally comes to an abrupt end there's a bench you sit on it and look out and see a huge forest. A lush green forest sprawled out in front of you the sun's rays illuminating certain parts of the forest you see trees swaying back and forth from the breeze. It's quite beautiful you stay there until the sun start setting and you realize you have to head back nothing else you can do so you had back. You see
I walked along the dark dirt sidewalk tripping over rocks and other objects that aren’t able to be made out to the human eye at night. I walked out onto the road so I could cross., I didn't look both ways., What a waste of time, honestly, who’s out at four in the morning.
On a cold summer night the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The sounds of bears were given to my ears in the breeze as it came through the forest trees. Wolfs could be seen in the tree line hunting their pray. Feeling the rugged rocks that you tread on. Fresh air smells like pine scents with a glowing spray of a river. There was a spiritual being present that made my heart quicken and my body became still. HE came to show the way for HE is the truth, the way, and the life for through HIM we well shall see the face of GOD. This started my first step into what is a fantastic journey is exciting yet wondering what is gone to happen. Each step brings peace no matter what the challenge is because HE leads me. Some search to find a round their
“Odysseus. You have failed the first part of the maze,” she said. I turned around. She was a child of Night, bright as the midnight moon, with a strange aura of ambiguity. A lack of true presence, a defined identity. In her right was a staff, fashioned out of gilded
Abigail’s Melody It was a vibrant, colourful day in the countryside. A woman was lucky to have a time off and relax in the heavenly and comfortable side of the world. A calm stream ran down near the bottom of the hill and it was the perfect time to have a picnic. She gazed at the clear blue sky and the bright sun’s rays of light shone on her as if she was someone special. After finishing her sandwich, she began to set off home because it was getting quite dull. She started her car. And drove off. And came to find, she was back where she was. Again. She tried again and tried not to get lost. Lost. She was lost. “What should I do now?” she thought.
"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself-so like a brother, really." Camus' words came to me as I stepped out the airplane and into the sky. It was on an unplanned July day that my two best friends, Fiona and Matthew had
I lay in the center, listening to soft music my iPod or the birds lulling me into a deep meditation. It is in this spot that I’ve had the deepest conversations with myself, coming to realizations and understandings about my relationships to life, others, and me. The secluded stillness allows my brain to freely wander, explore, and reflect deep concepts coming to profound insights that further benefit me in this crazy journey I call life. The winds, curves, inclines, declines of the trail makes it a perfect path to jog on. The isolation from the outside world makes it easy for my mind to focus on nothing but the task at hand – which is making it all the way around the 3-mile trail without stopping. Although, most times this doesn’t happen because I’m so taken back by the surrounding beauty. I always stop to take in the deep blue sky or the butterflies fluttering gracefully through the field of wild flowers. But when I am running I feel virtually weightless physically and mentally. My mind is blank allowing me to become one with my surroundings. The feeling of the cool crisp air breezing through my hair relaxes me as I intensely run to the heart pumping music blasting through my headphones. The path winds throughout an open field into a forest where you come out by the base cemetery. Passing it constantly fills me with emotion, carrying not only the weight for