jerrofyx
Oct 4, 2014
Undergraduate / Creating and erasing as countless thoughts passed through my mind - Page 87 of my autobiography; VCU [4]
I need another persons perspective on my essay. I plan to add one more paragraph, but so far am I on the right track? Please add any suggestions.
Finally, out of that situation and into my comfort zone, the sound of my pencil sketching on paper was all I focused on, and was about all I heard.
Creating and erasing as countless thoughts passed through my mind. This space wasn't only used for personal enjoyment, but for experiencing a state of being in that moment, and realizing that the ability to completely change a situation could happen simply by the stroke of a brush. It was the simplest realizations that brought me great joy. One may say that I was in my own world. Although being in one's "own world" can be a continuous experience there is always a time where we unite with the worlds of others. This time came for me as it routinely did the very moment that the phone rang.
Without a doubt it was one of my good buddies asking to take me on a journey. He insisted on not informing me where this journey was to take us or what was the point for me going. He knew that if I was informed of all the details there would have been a greater chance of me debating it, and knowing me at the time I may have just stayed home with my good friends pencil and paper. Just as any person would be, I was curious, so I jumped aboard to his proposal. Back then spontaneity was my best friend. It was like a present, because no matter what was inside the receiver is always excited to open it. Even if someone doesn't like their gift they are pleased that they were given it, and at the end of the day they still gained something. This present experience is what thrilled me when approaching my days.
Closing the front door and walking down the steps to my apartment I heard "rrum-rumm-rrum-rumm," while thinking that I have never ridden a motorcycle. Now fully embracing the outdoors and just before my eyes it actually was a motorcycle. A very nice looking one too, but it was not one with my friend sitting on top of it. My focus was then directed behind the loud cyclist were I grabbed sight of my buddies same old blue car, which I was actually rather happy to see that day. As I was stepping into the passenger seat, the first thing he said was, "First stop, breakfast!" I cannot recall if he paid for me that morning, but as stated earlier I was a on a tight financial budget so I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Breakfast came and went. It was then on to the next part of this journey where for me things began to get rather mysterious.
I need another persons perspective on my essay. I plan to add one more paragraph, but so far am I on the right track? Please add any suggestions.
Finally, out of that situation and into my comfort zone, the sound of my pencil sketching on paper was all I focused on, and was about all I heard.
Creating and erasing as countless thoughts passed through my mind. This space wasn't only used for personal enjoyment, but for experiencing a state of being in that moment, and realizing that the ability to completely change a situation could happen simply by the stroke of a brush. It was the simplest realizations that brought me great joy. One may say that I was in my own world. Although being in one's "own world" can be a continuous experience there is always a time where we unite with the worlds of others. This time came for me as it routinely did the very moment that the phone rang.
Without a doubt it was one of my good buddies asking to take me on a journey. He insisted on not informing me where this journey was to take us or what was the point for me going. He knew that if I was informed of all the details there would have been a greater chance of me debating it, and knowing me at the time I may have just stayed home with my good friends pencil and paper. Just as any person would be, I was curious, so I jumped aboard to his proposal. Back then spontaneity was my best friend. It was like a present, because no matter what was inside the receiver is always excited to open it. Even if someone doesn't like their gift they are pleased that they were given it, and at the end of the day they still gained something. This present experience is what thrilled me when approaching my days.
Closing the front door and walking down the steps to my apartment I heard "rrum-rumm-rrum-rumm," while thinking that I have never ridden a motorcycle. Now fully embracing the outdoors and just before my eyes it actually was a motorcycle. A very nice looking one too, but it was not one with my friend sitting on top of it. My focus was then directed behind the loud cyclist were I grabbed sight of my buddies same old blue car, which I was actually rather happy to see that day. As I was stepping into the passenger seat, the first thing he said was, "First stop, breakfast!" I cannot recall if he paid for me that morning, but as stated earlier I was a on a tight financial budget so I wouldn't be surprised if he did. Breakfast came and went. It was then on to the next part of this journey where for me things began to get rather mysterious.