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Nov 17, 2008
Undergraduate / People with scars - UC Prompt #1, Too Off Topic? Inappropriate? [7]
Prompt 1: Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
To see my world, you must also see the people who inhabit it. Some have large roles that are destined to have a lasting influence, while others are no more than a passing glance on a sidewalk. Some have a long story of their own. Others I barely know their names. Whether it's the positive or negative, each and every person in my world makes it complete.
I myself am not a man free from the markings of a life humiliated. Although my parents are divorced, I still have a relationship with my dad. And in the duration of the time that I have been with my father, he has at times chosen to get drunk and verbally abuse me. And from this, one fact has always been prevalent, the people who chose to belittle and berate, who are too consumed with themselves to see that someone doesn't enjoy being hounded at for hours upon end, are some of the most malignant people there are.
After a long time I was diagnosed with depression and it's made me felt out of control of my own life at times. Sometimes I've just wanted to be left alone, isolated from the outside world that has hurt me and many others. But thankfully I've found people who understand that and accept me, flaws and all. And that will always be something that people like my dad can't take away from me. There will always be the fact that there are other people who are broken or scarred in ways just like me, and when you have friends like that your a lot stronger together than you are alone.
At this particular point of this essay, I would like to stop and emphasize exactly how much feeling that someone else is there for me means. The feeling of having a friend is something that since I first felt it, I have wanted people to enjoy what it means to have a friend. Throughout my life (and this essay) I can easily be perceived as morose or pessimistic, I can appear anti-social or cold, but I can assure you that if there is one thing, one universal truth about happiness that I can grasp harder and more thoroughly than anyone is that people need other people.
I've realized, that the only time I've been truly joyous is when I moved away from influence of people who with sinister intent, drive their vile nature deep into the hearts of others. I am tired of people living selfishly, I am tired of people believing that the world is their stage and everyone else is just a supporting character. When people like that thrive, when they belittle others to feel big, when they don't treat people with a basic sense of human kindness that every man, women, and child deserves, it's sickening. To me there is nothing uglier than those spoiled few who chastise and humiliate just to feel something. They are vicious and they are unyielding, and they will cut into people; Not physically, but they do cut deep and leave scars that we all wish we could hide. So then we feel like all we are, all that defines us is our scars. That's why all I ever want to do is help someone. I want to know before I die that my life made someone else's a little better. Even if it just for one person. Whether it's a stranger or a friend, sometimes we just want people with scars that are just like ours.
I'd gladly accept any change,
and please don't feel afraid to tell me if I need to rewrite the entire thing.
But I just need good feedback.
Thank you very much.
Prompt 1: Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
To see my world, you must also see the people who inhabit it. Some have large roles that are destined to have a lasting influence, while others are no more than a passing glance on a sidewalk. Some have a long story of their own. Others I barely know their names. Whether it's the positive or negative, each and every person in my world makes it complete.
I myself am not a man free from the markings of a life humiliated. Although my parents are divorced, I still have a relationship with my dad. And in the duration of the time that I have been with my father, he has at times chosen to get drunk and verbally abuse me. And from this, one fact has always been prevalent, the people who chose to belittle and berate, who are too consumed with themselves to see that someone doesn't enjoy being hounded at for hours upon end, are some of the most malignant people there are.
After a long time I was diagnosed with depression and it's made me felt out of control of my own life at times. Sometimes I've just wanted to be left alone, isolated from the outside world that has hurt me and many others. But thankfully I've found people who understand that and accept me, flaws and all. And that will always be something that people like my dad can't take away from me. There will always be the fact that there are other people who are broken or scarred in ways just like me, and when you have friends like that your a lot stronger together than you are alone.
At this particular point of this essay, I would like to stop and emphasize exactly how much feeling that someone else is there for me means. The feeling of having a friend is something that since I first felt it, I have wanted people to enjoy what it means to have a friend. Throughout my life (and this essay) I can easily be perceived as morose or pessimistic, I can appear anti-social or cold, but I can assure you that if there is one thing, one universal truth about happiness that I can grasp harder and more thoroughly than anyone is that people need other people.
I've realized, that the only time I've been truly joyous is when I moved away from influence of people who with sinister intent, drive their vile nature deep into the hearts of others. I am tired of people living selfishly, I am tired of people believing that the world is their stage and everyone else is just a supporting character. When people like that thrive, when they belittle others to feel big, when they don't treat people with a basic sense of human kindness that every man, women, and child deserves, it's sickening. To me there is nothing uglier than those spoiled few who chastise and humiliate just to feel something. They are vicious and they are unyielding, and they will cut into people; Not physically, but they do cut deep and leave scars that we all wish we could hide. So then we feel like all we are, all that defines us is our scars. That's why all I ever want to do is help someone. I want to know before I die that my life made someone else's a little better. Even if it just for one person. Whether it's a stranger or a friend, sometimes we just want people with scars that are just like ours.
I'd gladly accept any change,
and please don't feel afraid to tell me if I need to rewrite the entire thing.
But I just need good feedback.
Thank you very much.