My Experience In Life Essay

In modern living, it seems so many of us are at odds with the question “Am I living my life, right?”, with so many thoughts and opinions on our everyday lives, how can one not question their lifestyle. Our current society is living in one of the most opinionated times, with any and everyone’s thoughts and feelings at the touch of our fingers. Life has become so complicated, and messy, and disorganized for so many; with journalists, internet celebrities, and memes persuading the public of some new fad that will truly lead to this overall peace or happiness. This modern way of living is exhausting. We as a people have become obsessed with these ideas of algorithms for happiness, the thought of “if I do this, this, this, and not this, I will truly be happy!”. These “algorithms” seem to range from all organic diets, living off the grid, and simply minimalism, it is overwhelming. Society seems to have always looked for a “miracle pill” to fix these problems. While these many writers and thinkers have many differing opinions and thoughts on what will lead to well-being, most seem to agree that cleanliness or tidiness have a positive impact on one’s well-being.

Life is full of exciting experiences for us to enjoy. However, these experiences are meant to teach life lessons that should remain with us. In my 17 years of living, I have had many lessons to be learned from events I have gone through. One of those lessons sticks out above the rest and it has a humorous story to go along with it.

Everyone has their own stories, meaningful or not it’s their life and their memories. When I been told to wrote a memoir about languages, I could not think about any ideas. My Professor told us that everyone has their own stories and it is interesting, because that is your experience not ours. People like to hear stories, because it’s not their experiences and they want to know what have you been through. Here are little stories about myself.

My life has been a crazy roller coaster with many events that have affected my life all in different ways. There have been times where my life has been at its highest peak in the world then it falls down, right into a deep valley. From the time my lovable younger sister came into my life to when my grandpa had a near death experience, I have learned many valuable lessons through the rough times as well as the more happy times. When I was a young girl, my mom had always told me the same thing over and over again. I never really thought about how a few words would have a deep effect on me in a short amount of time.

The searing, stabbing feeling, vibrating through your skull that renders you completely to where you cannot move, talk, or even eat is what hit me on August 11, 2013. The day and night before my 15th birthday was spent in the ER with a crippling migraine. The feeling of being treated like there was nothing wrong with you, and you were just faking it must be the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. Chronic migraines affect people differently and can cause so many different problems. This is when it all started, when it got better, and when it began to go downhill all over again.

It was the day I my mother's decreased about 4 decrepitude ago. She decreased from an asthma attack furthermore, it’s not a light of day that I don’t absence my mother. It was tenacious for us when I first realize she had decreased even though I was still youthful and still in the schoolhouse, but I knew my affection was about to constitute due to losing my mom will modify the way I examine the indicate .

On the other hand the first statement I choose that exemplifies my life experience is “I feel attracted and drawn or called to a spiritual journey” (Atchley, 2009, p. 64). There may be a stage in an individual’s life where they can be unfulfilled with the direction of their personal trajectory. I genuinely believe that the contemporary main-stream society we reside in places too much emphasis upon the pursuit/accumulation of material possessions, endeavoring to maintain a youthful appearance, the acceptance of self-indulgence and completely removing God from our daily lives. I perceive that without engaging in God’s will and by assisting one another an individual can attain meaning and purpose in their life. In addition by aiding other people who may need assistance an individual is not primarily contemplating upon their problems but instead placing the cares and concerns of others before their own. The class literature articulated that: “something happens to create an opening, an invitation that may come in many forms: an experience that suggests we are not who were though we were, feeling homesick for a place we don’t recall being before or an experience of an alternative universe in our consciousness” (Atchley, 2009, p. 64). Therefore people that have converted to Christianity may perceive that this physical plane is not their long-term residence and that it is a temporary destination and our permanent home is residing with God in heaven for all eternity. I believe

Me and a couple of friends were driving around on gravel one day, while we were waiting for pizza. The gravel road came to a t intersection. The driver thought it would be a good idea to drift left on the corner, which did not end very well. My Arm had went through the window and got cut up badly. My nerves were cut, I was bleeding out. I told one of the passengers to call 911 and which they did. I had pulled myself out of the car and flung myself out of the ditch. Then I layed down so I wouldn’t bleed out as fast, When the ambulance arrived the call that was made said my arm was broke, they were in for a suprise, I was bleeding everywhere so they rushed me to the hospital and decided they were gonna take me in a bird to iowa city for imidiate surgery. (continues to essay) I remember being in the helicopter it felt weird and felt like we were just floating. The paramedics were just telling me too keep calm and it’ll be alright, at one point I thought i was gonna die so I asked them, and they said no we got you. They took me in once we got there which I don’t remember because they had me all drugged up. I was in the first surgery for six straight hours. They had to attach my artiries and my tendons,muscles everything. I had another surgery the next couple days to remove more glass that was stuck deep into my arm. They had to take a skin graph off of my thigh to put on my arm and a 6 in vain out of my leg to put in my arm also, therefore i couldn’t walk that well either. The

I was born and raised in Pune, India and moved to USA at the age of 9. As my family navigated our upper middle class lives in Pune, people all around us suffered. They were born into poverty, with no money or food, and often no family to care of them. As I went to shopping malls and watched movies, I just had to look a few feet in any direction to be reminded of the fortune I had, and the misfortune others suffered. One of my earliest memories was of a child no older than 8, covered with fecal matter and dirt, struggling to pull his father, a blind quadriplegic, on a sled. The father, riddled with open wounds and fleas, was begging for money, flailing his body towards people he could not see. Not a single person even looked his way. Who was going to take care of the poor father and his son, ensure that they were both fed, deliver the medicine they needed? To this day, I wonder if anyone ever bothered taking care of them, and if either of them even survived. His desperate pleas continue to reverberate in my head, and the guilt I feel for not answering his pleas makes me feel like their fate was on my hands. That was the first day I felt helpless in my life, as I did nothing but watch poor father and his son from inside my car.

Friday, September 13, 2013 was my worst involvement I ever had you wanted to know why? Considering it was the day my mother's decreased about 4 decrepitude ago. My mom decreased from an asthma attack furthermore, it’s not a light of day that I don’t absence my mother. Even through it was tenacious for us when we first realize my mother had decreased even though I was still youthful and still in the schoolhouse, but I knew my affection was about to constitute due to losing my mom will modify the way I examine the indicate .

It was night, after dinner time, and I was going to bed. I was practically already sleep walking; I looked like a zombie from an nineties movie.When I got to my room, I had a bad feeling and I decided to check on my brother who was already asleep in his bed. That's when I found him. That day, my brother almost died and it was the most meaningful experience of my life because I learned how to control my emotions in a moment of crisis and I saw a different side of my mother.

“Mom, when I grow up; I’m moving to New York City!” I remember telling my mother at the tender age of twelve. That dream of living in the big apple stayed in the back of my head until it finally became a reality. I was twenty years old and was ready to come into my own, so I made one of the most significant decisions of my life. A decision that is most responsible for the evolvement of a young boy having to quickly become a man. I moved to New York City. It was there that I would soon learn, that along with all the excitement and responsibilities associated with this new chapter of my life, also came a ton of fears and many lonely nights. It was there, where I would have to learn to fend for myself to survive. After all, this was an enormous unfamiliar city full of people, tall buildings, unforgettable noises, a distinctive scent and big dreams. It was there, in New York City, that I would grow up and spend the next sixteen years of my life.

Skrt Skrt! Dust blew through the air as Kiley and I sat in complete silence. Looking around in awe, I realized we finally settled somewhere other than the gravel road we started on.. Smashed and unrecognizable, the tahoe rested in the ditch next to my dad’s cornfield. What just happened? I vaguely remember my mom’s voice telling me in the past that parents set rules for a reason and although kids usually ignore not like them, they provide boundaries to ensure everyone's best interest. Cold and scared, I sat there shivering. I concluded that in this situation if I had listened to my mom, I believe I could have prevented this trouble. I saw my life at fourteen years old flash before me on November 19, 2016. This experience will live in my memory forever.

As a very small child I don’t remember too much, but the things that I do remember were seen through a child’s eyes that has made me the person that I am today and I will always have those memory’s with me until my last breath on this earth. In this essay I intend to show how my childhood and adult life to this point has influenced my life, my journey. By utilizing the adult development theories from this class I also intend on showing how they relate to my Life experiences and where I am today as an Adult student.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.