The Importance Of Love In My Life

Sometimes in life, growing up can in fact be difficult. We must face challenges that can sometimes be difficult to overcome, we have to persevere, and overcome the obstacles we have, however when you are born with special needs like Autism, it can be harder to overcome these obstacles. Living in the same household with my brother, Declan O’Neill, who since a young age has had to deal with Autism. Which makes things that is easy for us to do, like talking to people, and socializing, more difficult for him because he is afraid he will be judged.

Everyone at some point in their lives has experienced love, whether they were loved or have loved. In my life, love has helped me overcome many hardships and has taught me that love is all I need to be happy. The definition of love is an intense feeling of deep affection. A person can love anybody and anything as long as it has a sentimental value to them. There are many different types of love for example love for family, a significant other and even God. I have come to notice that without love in a person's life it would be complete sorrow and bitterness because love brings happiness and joy to a person’s life.

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. Achieving happiness and contentment in life is not easy; the steps needed 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 ensure happiness 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.

“Who am I?” is the question that we all ask ourselves. Are we brave? Are we happy? Are we risk takers? There are so many questions we ask and so many factors that determine who we are. It’s our personality and beliefs that make us who we are. Events that happen in our lives changes who we are whether we realize it or not. It could be a birthday or graduating high school but in my case, what changed me and made me who I am as a person is the day my aunt had passed away.

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat

Doesn’t it ever hurt you? How things so big take their time taking piece by piece of what is left of your broken heart. How the wicked tick of time can turn you into sand. How the work works you until you are nothing but a crack in a crevice. I hate it. I hate it all. My life has never been mine. My life had been my husband’s for a time. Then he died. Then it was the son he left me with. Then he died. Maybe I should tell you the whole story. I should tell you why I hate them all. And why I cut you up and removed the skin off of your very bones. And why I am going to stuff you and keep your right here.

I am a young girl with large dreams. I have high hopes for my future. I am talented, compassionate, and determined. While I can be bossy at times, I work to serve others. I fall, and I have learned how to rise again. I wish to care for those in need. Throughout my life, I have decided to focus on what really matters—love. My family background, extracurricular activities, and issues that I am passionate about have shaped me into who I am and have largely influenced my life aspirations.

As singer-songwriter, Lana Del Rey, once said, “When someone else’s happiness is your happiness, that is love.” Love and happiness are two qualities that people seek in life; they are correlating factors in people’s lives, like mine, for example. In other words, these two qualities are part of the circle of life and many believe that having the two factors in their life will lead to a good life.

I had always loved nature. I always played outside and ran around in the morning to cool off in the morning dew. It never failed to refresh me off on humid days. As a kid, I always found the best flowers that were the most beautiful and alive. My mom loved them. Not just, oh cause my kid gave me some dead dandelions, I’ll put them on display. She truly fell in love with them.

What I remember most about those days was the hard times. Because of WWI, times were difficult. There was a strict decline in employment and the majority of people living in Waxahachie lived in poverty. After my husband was killed, I became one of those people. The day he died was the day that my most extreme struggles began.

My parents are from Mexico, they came when they were just teenagers. They found work wherever they could. I hear stories from my father about the first pair of shoes he ever had in America where some Chuck Taylor All-Stars, and the time he ever had a hamburger at whataburger and how he could finish it because of how massive it was. My mother tells me stories of her childhood. She talks about how her and her other siblings would work day after day in the fields they owned, how she learned how to be self dependant before the age of 10. When we go back to Mexico, everyone in the whole town knows. I can’t go anywhere without someone asking if i’m Miguel and Juana's’ kid.

Sarah Elizabeth Ramirez was an important person in my life. She impacted my life so much. Some people might find it weird that a newborn baby impacted my life, maybe because the fact that they can’t speak nor open their eyes, but it’s true. We should never underestimate something or someone on how big or small it is.

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 my youth, I always tried to be the nicest person I could be. Today, negativity has become a big part of people’s everyday life. In high school, there happens to be tons of pettiness towards one another. People disliking others, many fights and unfortunate events become the center of all the attention and even bad reputations for people and their schools. The golden rule teaches us to, “Do unto others as you would want them to do unto you.”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” My family always asked me. If I were doing what I thought I would be doing when I was a kid, I would be in Hollywood by now. I would be on the must see Thursday night comedy/drama show. This was my life long dream until I hit eighth grade I realized I was camera shy. So like everyone else it was onto the next passion, right? It took me until high school to appreciate how strong my passion for space was. Every night I would stare at the moon, more and more. Eventually, My love for the moon became a want to travel to the moon. “I’m going to make it up there one day” I would always say. Until someone my early junior year of high school told me to give it up because the space companies were gong down the whole, and by the time I would graduate I would have no job.