My American Journey

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“What do you mean you’re moving?” I heard myself ask in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening to me. Not again. In May of my freshman year, four of my closest friends announced to me that they were moving to new schools—three of whom would be going all the way out of state. At the time, I questioned why bad things happened to good people. After all, this was my “circle”. These were the people I thought I would make memories with, learn and grow with, and graduate with. I thought surely this was the worst thing that could happen, but in the years to follow, I came to realize that it was actually the best. Like every naïve teenager, I had assured my mother at least a thousand times that my friends’ attitudes and behaviors wouldn’t affect me. I was more than slightly offended by the insinuation that I would alter my morals or personality based on who I was around. As anyone with experience will confirm, though, no matter how independent a person thinks she is, the people around her will eventually start to shape her perceptions of the world. This became evident to me when, lo and behold, my life began to rapidly improve beginning the …show more content…

Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity.” This indicates that people who do not strive to sharpen themselves may in time dull the people around them. Similarly, several religions teach this principle. Buddha warned his people, “What you think, you become. What you feel, you attract. What you imagine, you create.” This quote takes the converse stance that rather than friends shaping friends, a person’s choice in companion merely reflects who he or she already is. In Christian religion, related ideals can be found. Proverbs 13:20 asserts that you are the company you keep with the quote, “He that walketh with wise men shall be wise: but a companion of fools shall be

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