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Fearsome blessings My life so far has been like a good hiking path. A path that is winding and twisting and encompassed with plenty of beauty. A path that is lined with trees like angels protecting you from the mysteries in the deep forest and that keep you rooted on the path you are destine to take. One that is filled with deep troughs and the most beautiful peaks you could ever image. Sometimes the path is rocky and hurts the soles of your feet until they crack and bleed, but other times it’s covered with a soft green moss that lifts your steps and revives your spirits. Through the last 17 years of my life, I have traveled that path and endured every step. I have gone into the dark abyss of the trough and have found in it the most precious grace of light. As I have gotten older I have come to recognize that the scary and shaky steps of my path have indeed been “fearsome blessings” (Buechner, 92). As a small 5th grader not much sense came out of my parents divorce. Lots of confusion mixed in with an underlying sadness that I was too shy to show because I couldn’t stand the thought of making my mother cry. But it hurt. I took these emotions and bottled them up hopes that things would go back to normal …show more content…
eventually. However, as I grew older so my emotions grew larger and soon they overtook my life. I became so insecure about the way I felt, I couldn’t grasp onto my own life. I lost control of everything I knew to the point where I looked into the mirror and couldn’t even see a reflection of myself. The mirror turned ugly and so did my emotions. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of my own despair where trying to keep my head above the surface just seemed like too much work. I turned away from my friends, from my family, from everything that kept me rooted. I was lost on my own path unsure of where my next step would be. However like Buechner said “When I deserved it least, God gave me most” (144). Slowly in my junior year I started to find little lights of grace in my everyday life. I leaned on my parents and on my teacher’s for support and through a boy I never thought I’d be with I learned to love myself again. I laughed more than I ever had, and spent as much time as I could surrounding myself in community. As winter of Junior year rolled around I got the opportunity to join a co-op lacrosse team. Here I found a new passion and new motivation I didn’t know I was capable of finding. I put my old unsafe and unhealthy habits behind me making me the healthiest and happiest I had ever been. I went to Europe and it was there where I was able to grow and learn about culture and beauty and how to really “LIVE! LIVE!” (44). For the first time in my life I felt, I felt peace, I felt loved, and I felt alive. As my senior year comes to a close, I have done lots of reflecting.
While reading The Dwarves in the Stable by Frederick Buechner I came across this line where Buechner says “God was present in that dark time for me in the sense that I was not destroyed by it but came out with scars that I bear to this day, to be sure, but also somehow the wiser and the stronger for it.” (99) My life has been a series of ups and downs, from my parents divorce, to an eating disorder that sucked the life out of me, I know how it feels to be lost. I will never forget those experiences for they have made me into the strong and beautiful woman that I am today. I have learned through them what pain is but also that pain is only temporary. Where “All’s lost. All’s found”
(171). So I will continue on my path. With my head held high I will journey where my feet take me. They may lead me off the trail and into unfamiliar grounds, they may lead me into darkness and into the valleys, and they may lead me to the top of the mountain, and there I will soak in the beauty and the grace that God has abundantly pour onto me.
For twelve years I’ve tried to hide my pain and fear from you. I’ve been trying to ignore the horror stories, unknowingly blinding myself from the stories of hope. I’m not as bitter as this story may lead you to think. In fact, I am an adamant believer in the statement (overheard three years ago in the Coffee House): “God has never taken anything away from me that he hasn’t replaced with something better.”
The speaker in “Five A.M.” looks to nature as a source of beauty during his early morning walk, and after clearing his mind and processing his thoughts along the journey, he begins his return home feeling as though he is ready to begin the “uphill curve” (ln. 14) in order to process his daily struggles. However, while the speaker in “Five Flights Up,” shares the same struggles as her fellow speaker, she does little to involve herself in nature other than to observe it from the safety of her place of residence. Although suffering as a result of her struggles, the speaker does little to want to help herself out of her situation, instead choosing to believe that she cannot hardly bare recovery or to lift the shroud of night that has fallen over her. Both speakers face a journey ahead of them whether it be “the uphill curve where a thicket spills with birds every spring” (ln. 14-15) or the five flights of stares ahead of them, yet it is in their attitude where these two individuals differ. Through the appreciation of his early morning surroundings, the speaker in “Five A.M.” finds solitude and self-fulfillment, whereas the speaker in “Five Flights Up” has still failed to realize her own role in that of her recovery from this dark time in her life and how nature can serve a beneficial role in relieving her of her
After looking into the journey and obstacles he faced to scale this dangerous and intimidating mountain, I noticed with each stop at each rest area he had learned something different about himself or established a new outlook about the journey. But it was not until they were in the final leg of the journey in which he learned his greatest lesson about himself. It was during the last leg that he realized he had spent most of the day looking at “how far he had to go,” instead of relishing in “how far he had come.” After stating he normally views things as “the glass half empty” I realized, I too, have a similar outlook on life. It was in this moment that I realized perception has a large impact on how I maneuver throughout life, bringing the popular phrase “mind over matter” to my
Above tree line, the barrenness and silence of the hike taught me that individuals must have their own direction. All hikers know that they must carry complete maps to reach their destinations; they do not allow others to hold their maps for them. Similarly, surrounded only by mountaintops, sky, and silence, I recognized the need to remain individually focused on my life's goal of understanding the physical universe.
When I was only nine years old I sat on my mother’s lap and heard the news that would impact my life indefinitely. When I learned that my parents were getting divorced, I never expected there to be any positive effects. However, in dealing with this drastic change in my life, I became a stronger person in numerous ways. Carrying my new maturity, new self-sufficiency, and new resilience on the weight of my shoulders these past 9 years have proven to me that I will succeed in life. Undergoing my parents’ divorce has heightened my level of maturity. I’ve learned life skills that allowed me to improve my self-sufficiency. Furthermore, going through this tough period of time has made me far more resilient in the face of hardships.
Life is a journey, a cycle. We start somewhere and end somewhere, we are on a round trip. We experience different seasons and grow both physically and mentally. But some point in life all of us realize that we want last, live forever. From a very early age on we are being told that we all one day will pass away and be buried in the ground. The short story:”A Journey”, written by Colm Tóibin, takes us on a journey together with a young boy called David and his mother Mary.
My parents got a divorce when I was a sophomore in high school. The divorce took its toll on me. At the beginning, I started having trust issues. When you’re a kid you believe your parents are going to be together forever. I trusted the fact whole heartedly and witnessing my parents go through a divorce made me believe that no one could be trusted. I remember doing things my way because I couldn’t trust anyone to follow through with the task I gave them in group projects. In addition, I was afraid to talk about my parent’s divorce because no one in my circle of friends at school went through the same condition I did. My parent’s divorce led me to having trust issues and made it hard to confide in anyone.
That was a year where we lost a lot especially time. There was a lot of cut backs with everything. I have struggled a lot, but I never let it get the best of me. That same year my family couldn't afford our house anymore so we had to move out. Even before I was born there was no real communication between my whole family. My grandmother decided to take the money from the house and promised us she will give us some so we can get back on our feet. That moment marked the first disappointment. She never did keep her promise. I struggled to stay to have a stable household. There was a time that I couldn't afford my school books or I had to live at my other grandparent's house. From that moment on, I knew that you can't truly trust everyone or you can't truly know someone. You have to trust your gut and that will lead anyone to the light. From then on, I have had a new look out on
In this moment in time, there is no assurance as to where writing will take me as I follow this pathless “woods.” However, I hope that at the end of my journey, this decision will make all the difference as well.
up a rocky path. Immediately I feel like I am in nature. I am reminded of all
Walking, there is no end in sight: stranded on a narrow country road for all eternity. It is almost dark now. The clouds having moved in secretively. When did that happen? I am so far away from all that is familiar. The trees are groaning against the wind’s fury: when did the wind start blowing? Have I been walking for so long that time hysterically slipped away! The leaves are rustling about swirling through the air like discarded post-it notes smashing, slapping against the trees and blacktop, “splat-snap”. Where did the sun go? It gave the impression only an instant ago, or had it been longer; that it was going to be a still and peaceful sunny day; has panic from hunger and walking so long finally crept in? Waking up this morning, had I been warned of the impending day, the highs and lows that I would soon face, and the unexpected twist of fate that awaited me, I would have stayed in bed.
Walking through the woods never fails to clear my mind. After spending all day sitting in a stale classroom, filled with stress, confusion, and overwhelming responsibilities, taking a long stroll through the familiar woods behind my grandmother’s house lifts any worries that could ever weigh me down. I never wander through aimlessly. I always follow the trail of grass that has been deliberately cut down shorter than the rest, making it easier to tread through to the small creek at the end of the trail. The entire journey through the woods behind my grandmother’s house, there and back, first took on a whole new importance in my life during my junior year of high school.
As I began to walk this trail, I began to recollect the days of when I was a kid playing in the woods, the birds chirping and the squirrels running free. The trees interlocking each other as if I am walking through a tunnel with the smell of fresh pine and a hint of oak all around me; a hint of sunshine every now and then is gleaming down on the beat path. This path is not like your ordinary path, it has been used quite some time, as if hundreds of soldiers have marched this very path.
Tonight we stand at a crossroad where each one of use will take a new direction in our life's journey. Walt Whitman said "Not I - not anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it for yourself." Where we end up isn't the most important decision, but instead it is the road we choose to take to get there. The road we take is what we will look back on and call our life. Life is a journey of everyday experiences, teaching us moment in, moment out, who we really are. It's important to remember these words "Happiness is to be found along the way, not at the end of the road, for then the journey is over and it is too late."
Being a child of a broken home is more extreme than most think. Divorce at a very young age taught me to be strong, independent, and strong willed. All my life I had been daddy’s little girl, even now. After my parents’ divorce was finalized, I remember my dad picking me up every other day after school; we would go get a coke and a snack then go to the park or simply just drive around. I always felt like my time with my dad was cut short due to visiting hours and my mom would never let me stay over or even talk to him on the phone. I vividly remember a time when my mom and dad got in an