The Importance Of Life In My Life

When I was little I wanted to be a doctor, because I saw how much help they were, and I wanted to do the same. The first major time I want to the doctor was when I was 6 months old this was due to me getting really sick, it took longer for them to find out what it was due to me just getting my immunization.

“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.” ― Tom Bodett. In my entire life, there are a few words to describe who I am: happy, positive, hard-working, kind and generous. Because of this, I have always wanted to be a doctor, who I believe can use all these traits in everyday life; also, it always been my hobby of mine to help people, which is one of the reasons why I love to volunteer. There are many aspects in my life my family, my friends, my ethnicity, my beliefs, and the media that shaped me to be the person I am today, and the person that I hope to be in the future.

When I was a child, my mom would tell me that all of my prayers always came true, and I believed it. Anything that I asked for or could ever ask for would come to me. I had an amazing family who supported me, trustworthy friends, and my life seemed great. I would go to church every Sunday, as I stood in silence as I opened my heart to God and felt the thrill every time I opened my Bible in the morning before school. I believed that my life would continue to be as blissful as it was when I was a hopeful eight year old girl. I believed in God as a sort of magician who would grant my every wish and desire.

My life has been a roller coaster. I have learned so much life lesson is just 23 years of my life. Some of them is that not everyone will like you, treat others the way you want to be treated, everything is possible. By the end of this paper you will learn about my struggling past, my life of the present and future I am working to accomplish.

Life is like a game of volleyball, unpredictable yet predictable at the same time. The game of volleyball reflects the same ideas of what happens in my life. Thus, I created a setup of a volleyball game inside a shadow box to represent the parts of who I am. I made the volleyball net with white plastic canvas mesh, court lines with ribbon and players with some of my favorite pictures in the past. I chose this type of model because there are multiple sides to it. Only one side of it can be shown at a time but they are all there, this relates to how I present myself to others.

My life hasn't always been easy, from a young age I have seen more than some kids my age should. My story is not one that is one full of laughter and countless childhood memories,no, mine is one full of tragedy yet resilience because i am not my story my story is only a part of me.

During life certain emotions are expressed and the importance of them can determine whether life is short so, you must be thankful for everything you have and thank God, for every breath you take. I believe my faith has helped me grow into the person xI am today. As long as I have family, God and self-respect I believe I will have a great life.

Life events and emotions go hand in hand. There have been many events in my life that had an emotional effect on me, whether it’s positive or negative. But there’s one event that I think about often, I am reminded of every day, and has also created a continuous feeling of happiness. To some an event like this isn’t a big deal. For me it was something that I had dreamt of for years.

In Forty-five years, the activity theory, filial responsibility, wisdom, and retirement will play a major role in the success of my aging process. These factors contribute to my central source of meaning which is healthy aging. Furthermore, improving various areas of my life as well as maintaining many aspects of my current personality is key to prolonging my status as an active person in society. Consequently, my plans require goal setting and reflections pertaining to my daily habits.

The despairing faces and the exhilarating emotions that overwhelm the room as I think back to how irrational life can be. I notice their hands were reluctantly raised to answer a simple math problem that I had written on the board. Looking around, I have never seen such fragile students that are eager to learn but afraid to speak. However, these are the same students who helped me realize how important it was for me to be in that room. A star that shined bright, guiding the helpless voyagers to shore. I always thought life was linear , where everything increased at a constant slope, but that is definitely not the case. Thinking about the many unexpected turns it can take and how it places laborious weight on a person's decisions and responsibilities My life can be summarized from the last four years, from the beginning of high school to now. I always caught myself walking the halls contemplating my purpose in life and why I felt so incomplete. Until finally, everything fell into place, learning what my heart cared for the most and what and who I wanted to be now. Math has always been something that defines me. Going from being a normal student to a math tutor, it really shows me my own capabilities and limits.

I was blessed with a happy childhood filled with good memories and a supporting group of family ,friends and teachers. However, by the time I was thirteen, I had constantly been getting into trouble in school and at home. I would get into unnecessary fights both on the playground and off. Texting has become the note-passing of twenty-First-century bullies and this was the way people treated me. At home, I would get into conflict with my parents because of the sad news of my grades. They cared about my future, but I didn’t. Growing up with an older brother who constantly did well in school made me feel inferior, isolated and lonely. It felt like my parents believed he would succeed, but that I wouldn't. Similar to the animated television series “Tom and Jerry” my parents would see my brother as Jerry, the innocent one, and me as Tom, the big cruel one.

Growing up my family has always been there to provide for me. Now, I am in college away from the nest but never far enough that I still cannot fly back home. A year or so after graduation, I expect to be living on my own, without the protective wing of my parents overshadowing me. In order for me to achieve this freedom, I will need a steady job and a place to live. Simple! However, for me to achieve a happy life on my own, I will need to do a lot more than just make a living. I could consider myself free from my parents if I lived under the freeway in a cardboard box; however, that life would not further my personal freedom to be happy. Achieving happiness and contentment in life is not easy; the steps taken to cultivate joy in my life that are found in the paragraphs below are going to be hard but worth it. I would like to be happy in the future by keeping my body in the best physical condition possible, working at a job that brings me joy, and loving a woman with all of my heart.

I believe anyone has the ability to change anyones mood. I believe one person can make me feel awful about myself. I believe one person has the power to fill me with joy, and laughter. I believe one person can ruin my day with just a couple awful words. I believe one person impacts another. At a young age I realized how much happiness one person brought me. When I was nine years old I then realized one person can also fill you with sadness.

from then on my path was set. I had made my decision, I would run. Throughout my childhood I was always the short one. I could not say I was not athletic, but you would not see my making plays and scoring goals. I was always hesitant, worried for all of their safeties, worried for my own safety. Needles to say football was not my sport, but we will come back to that. I played almost every sport I could think of, I played Basketball, I played Baseball, I played Soccer, I played football, and almost every track event that they let me in. sadly, I wasn’t very good at any of them.

Lying in bed as I drift off to sleep, I lay and think about what a blessed life that I am living. Dark candle lit room, marshmallow fireside scent, with light creeping under the door as my roommates are still awake out in the living room of our modestly sized apartment. I listen to my fan and tune out their voices and I call to mind the stories my parents have told that have molded me and my brother into the men we have become. Thanks to them I am able to live the comfortable lifestyle that I have and am fortunate enough to attend college at a wonderful university that I otherwise would not be able to afford. I relay so many experiences in my head each night before bed almost as if they happened yesterday.