What Does It Mean To Be Alive?-Personal Narrative

“The gentle green hills which on either hand enclosed the village, tufted here and there with magnificent trees, the village itself, straggling and wide, each cottage being far apart from its neighbors and each ornamented with flower beds and shrubberies; these with a lovely stream which would through the valley, formed, as far as my memory may be trusted, one of the most exquisite panoramas, on which it has ever been my good fortune to

Soon the men began to gather. Surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk.(1)

As I wandered the path, I came across the house that I was told to visit.

After two long hours of traveling with nothing to look at but the passing trees, we finally arrived at the farm. As we piled out of the car, I looked at the dirt road we came in on and turned to the house. It was one story and had a red tin roof, surrounded by a large grassy field and then woods beyond that. Twirling around, I walked into the house and plopped onto the closes bed. As everyone else unpacked, I locked myself in the room like a petulant child.

I sped the rest of the way to my home. The memories were overpowering me. Why wasn't I good enough? I kept thinking, Why did he leave me? I continued speed walking home, turning onto my street. I was almost running now, frantic to get back to the protection of my house.

I hope there wasn’t any trouble down there.” I rubbed my forehead and smiled. “None at all.” I gave my thanks and farewell to the lady and left for my journey. With only a few miles left I was determined to reach the North.

We kept walking even though Kayla and I are mad we can’t get lost. The trail we were supposed to go on took us about 5 minutes. We had an hour and a half to spare so we decided to walk around a bit more. Connor took us somewhere where the hills were so treacherous we couldn’t see the top.

When the town was originally established in 1850 a group of farmers settled with the plans to grow beef and dairy products. “By 1869, the community consisted of Blacksmiths, Dairymen and Cattle Ranchers. Raising cattle was the main occupation”. (www.ci.galt.ca.us) Although the cattle raising has decreased since then, it remains a constant in our town. For the active citizens in my neighborhood going for a jog down the rugged country road means the experience of sights of large brown and black cattle being herded by the old farm dogs, wild flowers of purple’s, pink’s, yellow’s, and massive oak tree’s growing in a field off the side of the ranch. If the wind blows strong enough, no member of the area is exempt from the robust aroma emanating from the dairy

The hand left my shoulder and the click-clack of Nemesis' heels against the sidewalk signified her leaving. I sighed softly, and followed the path that Cain and Jordan had taken to the

I feel this book is very detailed. It start’s off with definitions by way of illustrations. Firstly, it explains what it means to be alive! Being apart of this world by breathing, eating and playing. In the next chapter goes on to explain what it means when someone dies. Not matter the circumstance, its all the same you will die. Even those who were just born might not be well enough or strong enough to live. It also explains the nature of death and different situation which everyone is affected differently; I believe this to be very important. The next chapter explains what does dead mean? It goes into what exact it means physically, not breathing and cannot see, hear or smell. The person might look like they are sleeping, but they are not

During my recent visit to the farm, I began my walk from the parking area adjacent to the main park entrance and near the community gardens. Being early in the season, the gardens were quite bare, but a promise of a bountiful harvest to come was evident. I followed the

Then we departed on a misty morning and entered on to a sinuous dirt track. After a bumpy ride, we arrived at the antiquated farmhouse. Soon as I step outside, I instantly smelled the summery scent of flowers and a mob of bees humming around the petals. However, the sultry air started to desiccate my skin. Suddenly, I saw an archaic wash-out wooden barn with a discolored metal roof attached on the hillside. Then, Uncle Bob gave me an interminable tour of his hefty farmland. Far beyond the horizon, I saw rows of rice fields which were irrigated from spring water of the neighboring mountains. Also, flocks of chickens freely roamed around the marshland.

The crowd surrounded me as I gave my farewell, however they were not as cheerful as the night before. Word must have spread about my intentions, because they were acting as if I were already dead. The villagers all seemed to be in pre-mourning, judging from the way they looked so glum and spoke so solemnly. I guess I didn’t really notice their grief, because I was never more excited to do something so bold in my life. Just as I was walking out of the village outskirts, I heard a cry behind

I left home to see if i could buy some new apparel, well nothing stole my gaze as usual, i gave up any further searching, got aboard a bus and felt like to take some time in the park near home.

Life as we know it could vanish within seconds. The next day is not promised to anyone that walks on this earth. As we live our everyday lives peacefully, we tend not to think what our mission or purpose in life is. Instead, we think what we must do for that to be a “successful” person. Despite this way of thinking, just think for a second. What makes life meaningful? What is life anyway? These questions dive right into the heart of the philosophical, psychological, and the biological aspects of life and what the true meaning of life is. This is a very arguable topic due to every person’s different perspective on life and what it means to them. In summary, I personally think that life is simply what you make of it and each person’s accomplishments has its own merit