Reflection Paper On The Sidewalk

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Sidewalks are a necessity for this life. They take you just about anywhere you want to go, keeping you from the dirt and nasty things that lie beneath it. People walk on it every day with no regards of what it may look like or how weak it actually is. Every sidewalk has an untold story. A story of how that sidewalk came to be, and what all it has withstood to be in the condition that it is now. I think that they are much like people for those reasons. There are many different people with many different cultures and backgrounds. Every person walking this earth has a different story than the person next to them. People should have goals set for their life and want to get somewhere, just as a sidewalk should have a destination that will take you there. …show more content…

There is also a little growth in these cracks, that I am almost positive goes unnoticed for the majority of the time. Each and every component on this sidewalk represents me as a person. Every individual has a beginning that starts the mold of their individuality. This specific sidewalk starts neat and clean, and appears as if nothing has ever harmed or disrupted its’ peace. It is just like I had hoped my life would stay. The troubles of life had a different opinion. Such a time had existed where I did not have to ever have the concern of someone looking at me funny because I might have said something that had upset them. Constant anxiety did not whisper in my ear whenever I opened my mouth. Responsibility that I had inflicted upon myself did not exist. I would be able to tell you exactly how I felt and be able to explain in detail my reasoning behind why I felt that way. I viewed my own life and everyone else’s through optimistic eyes. I was untouchable. Little did I know that all of the optimism would only last but for a season, and that my mind was about to discover the different levels that it has of its’

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