The Love And Purpose Of My Life In The Life Of Life

My family consists of my mom, dad, two sisters, and one brother. I am the youngest child of the family. With my siblings being a good deal older than me, I tended to feel left out when they got to do things that I didn’t. The age gap left me feeling like an outsider sometimes. As we grew older, the bond between us grew much, much stronger. I think of my siblings more like friends now. They are people that I can tell

If someone were to ever tell my younger self that I would one day be one of five siblings, I would have never believed them. Unquestionably, my siblings are an enormous part of who I am; aspiring me to become an intelligent and an affectionate human being. Life doesn't always hurl obstacles in your way, but when it does, it can turn out to be completely disparate and even fascinating from the original thought. At the ripe old age of eleven years old, I was expected to step up to the plate and take care of my new adopted siblings, David and Alysa. Countless responsibilities, circumstances, and a world of authority and gratitude have shaped me along the way due to that one event. Indeed, I am grateful that my parents went through with the adoption because even though I had an impact on my adopted siblings, they have propelled me to become an exceptional brother, son, friend, and student.

The past two years have been the hardest in all of my seventeen years of living. Choosing a topic is both easy and difficult due to how personal it may become. However, the highlight of the past two years belongs to my family life, and the actions of a certain former member that has affected the lives of many in my family. This person was in my life for over a decade up until around May of 2016, where the year truly kicked off for the family.

The purpose of life is to attain happiness, and it is said that we do so by getting a valued education, a career that helps cultivate society, obtaining a life partner and bringing up a family to pass down the legacy of one’s achievements. Most people believe that the more education one has, the more opportunities will come quickly and the easier life will be. As young people, we are always told this by parents, teachers, and within the media. As college students seek a college education and pursue higher degrees, they still struggle to obtain work in their field. Instead, they accumulate a mountain of debt and most must rely on the support of their families. Unlike the traditional belief that education opens the doors to opportunities, it is my belief that social connections and experience are what grants a person opportunities so that they can achieve their goals.

Growing up with a wonderful family to support me and have my back in everything I do, has made me become the person that I am today. I have two brothers; one of whom is my twin. Having someone to share your life with you while growing up is truly something unique and special. Going to a new school or trying to make new friends can be really tough, but when you have someone that is always by your side, it makes it easier. My brother and I have done everything together, which has shaped me to be the person that I am today.

My brother and I have been through everything together. Like any other sibling relationship, we have our arguments, but we also have an abundant amount of delightful memories. He often reminds me I am the reason he lost his bouncy ball in the hospital the day I was born, but he says no bouncy ball is worth having a sister like me. From day one, Chase and I have had a special bond that cannot be described. We are inseparable, always looking out for one another. My mom says she got lucky having two loving children who know the true meaning of family.

As the youngest of four children, I have witnessed all of my older siblings attempt to go to college and all fall into different paths. My oldest brother immediately went to college and decided to change majors and then schools and then changed them both again. My sister took a gap year after having a difficult time in high school, when she went to college she struggled to fit in and eventually dropped out. My other brother went to college with a passion and got accepted into his dream school. He seemed to have the most success and is thriving in his school today. Now it is my turn. After watching all of their experiences, I questioned whether college was right for me. After researching, I quickly realized going to college was the best option for my future and the future of the cash in my pockets. A college degree holds a heavy value because those with a degree earn significantly more than those who do not, there is a wide range of options for degrees, and not going to college and getting a degree does more harm than good for a student’s future.

I care for my younger siblings, often driving them to lessons, and help my parents with the chores. My dedication to these commitments reflects my love and admiration for my family members. Since I am the eldest child, I have the opportunity to see my two younger siblings grow and develop. I watch my 10-year-old sister surmount new spelling words and learn algebra. I watch her become smarter and cleverer at a faster pace than me. I watch my 14-year-old brother learn the ropes of high school and practice the piano for hours until he is able to perfect his music. My younger siblings teach me that there is no limit to passion. My parents teach me valuable lessons too. My parents are physicians and have worked hard to reach where they are now. As well-educated as they are, they have not stopped learning and push themselves into challenging environments. My family motivates me to pursue my dreams and always keep

Growing up with two other siblings who are younger than me I have always felt like our lives have differed throughout the years. We have always had different likes in food, music and other activities. With being the oldest child I have always felt like everyone expected me to set a good example for them to follow. I have always felt close to both my brother and sister because in age range we are not that far apart. As we grew up our lives took different directions and we seemed to have different priorities. No matter the direction life took us we were always there to support each other.

Majority of siblings today experience different events in life whether it be their social interests, different personalities, even their age difference. My brother and I do not see eye to eye on a lot of things because of these factors. I tend to be more of a leader and he is more-so a follower. Travis is very anti-social and does not want to be involved in the world around him. Me, on the other hand, I want to see as much the world as I can and be involved in college and in the community. Although my brother and I grew up in the same household together, we both have experienced different things throughout our lives and find different things more appealing more-so than others.

Throughout the course of our existence we search for ourselves and what makes us truly happy. It makes sense that when we do not feel happy or content with ourselves that we find a way to change that. That’s where my adventure begins and continues to this day. This entire chapter of my life has been a battle with family, friends, and myself. I still think that no matter what others think my happiness and love for myself is more important. There’s times I let others opinions go before my mental health, I’ve always worried what others think. It may be why I still have problems today with this topic around my parents. The more I grow up the more I realize I don’t have to be what everyone else has labeled me as, I can be myself and be happy.

It has been fifteen years since my parents and my brother Jack adopted me. I was only two then, but now i’m seventeen. I love my life, I have a happy, loving family, I live in a nice house on a farm in Maine, my brother Jack is my bestfriend but I also have other friends, and I have a boyfriend named Justin. I guess you could say my life is perfect. Expect there’s more to me than you think. I’m adopted and even though I love my life there is still a part of me that wants to find my birth parents and know more about them. My parents tell me all about my birth dad. His name is Joseph. He loved me very much but he was only thirteen when I was born and then about a year later he died in a car wreck. Nobody really knows what happened to my mom,

At first introduction I am seen as perpetually cheerful and high energy. Coworkers, friends and acquaintances recognize quickly that I am fiercely competitive, passionate about my work, and easily classified as Type A personality. It is clear from my Instagram account I am obsessed with the outdoors; from skiing and hiking to mountain biking and camping, I search for adventure as often as possible. My Facebook is littered with photos of my four-year-old’s choice in outfits and silly quotes showing her viewpoint on the world. (“I’m a strong, interpendent woman!” is a recent favorite.) What many people don’t know, however, is the laundry list of traumas and tragedies I have endured. I often get the shocked deer-in-the-headlights look when someone finds out both my parents died within two years of each other. When it comes out that I married young to escape my emotionally abusive mother, just to realize my husband was also abusive, the comment is usually on how courageous it must have been to file for divorce and leave with my young toddler in tow. It is not uncommon to hear the exclamation, “But how are you so happy still?” after hearing of my multiple miscarriages.

My mom once told me when I was young and ignorant, “Faith is the foundation of a beautiful friendship with the one person who will always remain by your side”. These words were expressed even more profoundly every Sunday in the echoing corridors of a small church by a priest I had yet to know or even care about. Preaching with his perplexing words in which I could only muster barely a fourth of my full attention span listening to. Thus, the term faith did not exactly resonate with me until many years later. My early years were filled with the teachings of the bible in Sunday school and later on as well in middle school during Friday night sessions. Unfortunately, my mom was an extremely strong enforcer of our faith for she was also raised Catholic from birth, but my dad on the other hand has a more scientific approach to how the world came to be. The years I spent in Sunday school blurred into an everlasting line of bleak nothingness just a ticking clock waiting till an end. Even today I do not remember anything that occurred within those taxing sixty minuets of constant bible studies it’s as though I lost the key to the inner workings of my childhood. Nonetheless, there have always been unbelievably great role models in my faith such as my mom, youth ministers, and friends who encourage me to be open to my faith. However, it’s always been my own restrictions that prevent me from furthering my relationship with God. So when my sister suffered her first severe

I thought myself to respect all people even if i didn't like them but still had aspect them and saw everyone as equal to each other and not have one dominant the other. What i am saying  I know how it feels to have more limitation based on who you are. I know where they’re coming from. But overall having siblings had made more laughter, more learning opportunities and learning from their mistakes, and most all forever lasting friendship. I am very thankful to have family and friends to encourage me in my goals on what I want do and who I want to become.