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No matter what is left in the day I’m determined to keep moving and push myself to the limits only to break them and continue.
Everyday at the ranch, I’m breathing dirt and covered by mud, though I still challenge myself to become stronger, a better horse rider, and improve my disposition. Furthermore, when I’m away from the ranch, I enter into a new world although I’m still the same; challenging myself and others, improving my skills, not quitting until the day is done. In this ‘new’ world, I begin to realize I’m alone and isolated, but this solitary existance isn’t by preferance. My soul, my mind, my heart is much different then others. Many would say I’m a classic soul, born in the wrong era. In today’s society, I see many people hiding in their books instead of using thier hands to fix a problem. Everyone seems to be drifting further apart from each other, being scared to get a little dirty in order to grow as a person. Though I believe in however hard you work is what you’ll get back in
return. Even though I feel alone in this new world, I’m confident that I’m different for a reason. A reason which will help me stand out from a crowd. Many people don’t understand the way I think, but I know that whatever I want to do, I will succeed because of the lessons I’ve learned growing up and working on a ranch. I’ve strengthened my preserverance, resilience, and old soul throughout my life. So everyday I don’t change myself to feel welcome by others but only ot become who and what I want to be in life, not letting a little dirt or challenges stop me from reaching my ambitions. Whethe rthat be my academics, my horses, my job, my relationships, or future career... I will succeed. Even though I will be pushed down, I’ll always get back in the saddle.
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