Personal Narrative: Equilibrium

“For all the quotes, phrases, poems, books, myths, and legends through history; the only words of importance are the ones that bestow a great influence within ourselves”

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Have you ever looked into a mirror and try to look closely to see if it will tell you something about yourself? These two stories are about the mirror, in the sense of who do you want to become as a person. A person who doesn’t care about other people or are you a drum major who wants to make changes, and stand out in a crowd by doing what’s right for the good of other people.

While reading “They say” I have decided that the ways I might balance my outside resources with my own argument, is not trying to solely focus on one part of my essay. But giving all my resources and equal and rhetorical analysis towards my argument. Striking the balance will be sort of different, but and have a distinct balance is by not to repeat yourself throughout essay, but try to refer to your resource. I have engaged with outside sources before in high school doing a documented argument as well. I don’t remember what the topic was but it was similar the documented argument I am doing now just less resources. I personally don’t remember if I was successful on it, but I’m sure I could approve on certain areas still when it comes to using

“But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.”

“We are all faced throughout our lives with agonizing decisions, moral choices. Some are on a grand scale. Most of these choices are on a lesser scale. But we define ourselves by the choices we have made. We are in fact the sum total of our choices. Events unfold so unpredictably, so unfairly. Human happiness does not seem to have been included in the design of creation. It is only we with our capacity to love that give meaning to the indifferent universe. And yet most human beings seem to have the ability to keep trying, and even to find joy from simple things, like their, work and from the hope that future generations might understand more.”

My reflection mimicked my actions in the bathroom mirror as I slowly straighten my hair. The process never exceeded fifteen minutes, reasonably because my hair was naturally dull. Slowly, I flicker my eyes towards the mirror out of curiosity. There was something about the lifeless look in my eyes, that even makeup couldn't cover up. The previous nights events flash across my mind.

I was born in Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico. Although you may assume that I possess a lot of traits of a stereotypical “Latina” I do not. I wasn't raised in a big family. It was just my parents, my younger brother, and me. I was raised by an engineer and an economist both of whom have always encouraged the idea of creativity, curiosity, and innovation. Traveling is big part of my life, and helped shape me at a very early age. Along with traveling came moving to the United States, which made it hard not to reflect on identity and heritage.

I woke up as usual a couple of years ago on September 20, I rubbed my tired eyes with my hands curled into fists. Uncovering my head from the large blanket I had, I was blinded by the brilliant light that hung above my head. A few moments later, after my eyes had adjusted, and my temporary blindness left me, I stumbled out of my bed and tripped to my closet, still dazed from just having woken up. Once I was ready I dazedly walked down the stairs, hanging onto the wooden rail tightly so I wouldn’t fall, though I almost fell more than a few times. My grandmother was sitting in her grey rocking chair, watching The walking dead, she heard me trip off the last step coming down the stairs and turned her head slightly to face me. She started to say

I listened to my favorite music when you were on tour. When I came home from work—I’d turn on the record player, sway slowly with the first verse—then dance through the house shouting the words like I wrote them myself. They were the singers you hated. Janice Joplin, The Mamas And The Papas, Stevie Knicks. Their songs all sounded the same you told me. Whiny and angry and absolutely no fun.

As a modern day fortune teller, renowned hypnotherapist, radio talk show host and author, one of the most powerful tools that I share with clients is “Mirror Love.”

As I stood motionless in front of the vast mirror, I am entranced by its resemblance to an undisturbed lake. The comparison created a unique elegance about it that one would notice with just a glance. Studying the details of the mirror from the frame to what it captured on the inside, I suddenly spotted a young woman. She had not been there when I began to admire the mirrors imperfect beauty. This intrigued my curiosity as I began to examine the mystery person. By just looking at her I could tell she had a special type of confidence wrapped around her, the type a person can only find when they embrace what makes them who they are. Her skin tone held a hint of gold that complemented her thick dark hair, which ran to her waist in harmonizing curls and waves. The one thing I could not decipher is her ethnicity; anyone who quickly gazed at her would think she was maybe Hispanic or possibly Hawaiian. As I looked deeper into her facial features, I saw through common perception and see that she has a lot more to her than most realize. With every new detail she became more familiar, and was certain I had seen glimpses of her my whole life. In that moment when our eyes met, the mystery about her in the beginning turned into enlightenment. The person reflected within her bright brown eyes was me.