Sidrak
Jan 21, 2011
Undergraduate / "Self-Discovery; the bucolic town of Jijiga"-Essay Prompt [3]
Self- Discovery
September 14, 2009 was the date when I truly discovered myself. My family and I went to the bucolic town of Jijiga. We were staying at my grandmother's house, a tiny house that was situated on a surprisingly large area. The grasses so green, the sky so blue and the house so pristine I could not help but be reminded of Eden. My grandmother then 75 amazed me with the precision and joy with which she went about her daily chores. One bright sunny day I went into the house to find my grandma swiping with the agility of a 20 year old. As I looked at her I realized how fulfilled she felt with her life, how happy she was. I could not help but envy her for she had found herself, for only then can one truly be happy. Suddenly looking up she asked if I was not going to offer to help, whereby I hurriedly brought a broom and started cleaning.
It was noon when I finished helping my grandma with the chores. Exhausted, I lay on the meadow with my back against this tree my grandma claim is as old as her. It was when I was appreciating this old tree that I truly discovered myself. I was a tree.
Looking down I saw a mesh of roots. Though united these roots were also singular, each following different routes but still within the mesh. It was like the roots were the physical extension of my character. Even though I like to be part of a bigger family, a bigger club, I always like to assert my individuality. I will like to be part of the society that reforms Ethiopia, my country, but will also want to play my role singularly. The reason singularity is so important to me is because I am opposed to conformity. True as part of a society we should all try to fit in, but for me this thinking usually connotes negatively for it limits the potential of individuals. How would the world be today had Martin L. King chose to conform to the society present during that time. Though I believe that I should fit into a mesh, I strongly adhere to following my own path within that mesh.
The roots are the organs of the tree that provide it with nutrients, substances needed by the tree to prepare its food. The roots use any opportunity provided to absorb the nutrients and water from the soil, always on the lookout for the good stuff and never hesitating to go for it. Yet another peculiar behavior that is also part of my personality. I strongly believe in using every opportunity that I encounter. I think that people are wrong for passing of an opportunity for fear of trying. It is for this reason that I am applying to Colgate University, a school I have seen many of my friends shun for fear of being rejected. And if accepted I am certain that I will not stick just to my Computer Science course, neither would have a root to a single nutrient, but make use of every opportunity hoping it would be a widow into success.
A tree absorbs carbon dioxide from the air and gives off oxygen. Plants never stop doing that, even though the amount of carbon dioxide in the air is increasing threateningly. As I was thus reminiscing some of my biology classes, I understood that this process depicted something deeper for me. The oxygen represents good, the carbon dioxide bad. Even though the bad stuff, carbon dioxide, in the air is increasing the tree undauntedly continues to purge and replace it with oxygen. I believe there is too much evil in this world, too much hate, but is this reason to stop fighting for good. Is this reason to lose hope? No! I believe that we should fight to prune the world of the evil; it is when we lose hope and accept that the world is evil that the demonic parallel seen on movies really comes to life. I do not believe that the evil in our world is because bad people are doing bad things but rather because good people are not doing enough good. Same thing is true with plants, though global warming, polar ice melting...the evils are contributed by the emission of excess carbon dioxide it is the decreased number of trees that resulted magnified such harm, the decreased number of people willing to do good. It is with this conviction that I always try to help others, to touch them in a beautiful way, and to put a smile on their faces.
When a tree is cut down it is not completely removed from the earth, not completely forgotten by all. The reason for such an occurrence is that even though the tree dies when it is chopped off the lower most part of the tree, the bottom stem and roots, remain intact. These parts, rather, serve as shelter and food source for squirrels and micro organisms like bacteria. This is similar to the course I hope my life would take. I do not just wish to make an appearance in life but make my presence felt. After I die I wish to be remembered for the remarkable things I did in life, I do not wish for my name to be buried with me. Just like the undying stem and roots I wish to do great things in life that will never die. And just like the tree continued to help the squirrels and bacteria after it was dead, I wish that the things I do in life will help others for generations to come.
Self- Discovery
September 14, 2009 was the date when I truly discovered myself. My family and I went to the bucolic town of Jijiga. We were staying at my grandmother's house, a tiny house that was situated on a surprisingly large area. The grasses so green, the sky so blue and the house so pristine I could not help but be reminded of Eden. My grandmother then 75 amazed me with the precision and joy with which she went about her daily chores. One bright sunny day I went into the house to find my grandma swiping with the agility of a 20 year old. As I looked at her I realized how fulfilled she felt with her life, how happy she was. I could not help but envy her for she had found herself, for only then can one truly be happy. Suddenly looking up she asked if I was not going to offer to help, whereby I hurriedly brought a broom and started cleaning.
It was noon when I finished helping my grandma with the chores. Exhausted, I lay on the meadow with my back against this tree my grandma claim is as old as her. It was when I was appreciating this old tree that I truly discovered myself. I was a tree.
Looking down I saw a mesh of roots. Though united these roots were also singular, each following different routes but still within the mesh. It was like the roots were the physical extension of my character. Even though I like to be part of a bigger family, a bigger club, I always like to assert my individuality. I will like to be part of the society that reforms Ethiopia, my country, but will also want to play my role singularly. The reason singularity is so important to me is because I am opposed to conformity. True as part of a society we should all try to fit in, but for me this thinking usually connotes negatively for it limits the potential of individuals. How would the world be today had Martin L. King chose to conform to the society present during that time. Though I believe that I should fit into a mesh, I strongly adhere to following my own path within that mesh.
The roots are the organs of the tree that provide it with nutrients, substances needed by the tree to prepare its food. The roots use any opportunity provided to absorb the nutrients and water from the soil, always on the lookout for the good stuff and never hesitating to go for it. Yet another peculiar behavior that is also part of my personality. I strongly believe in using every opportunity that I encounter. I think that people are wrong for passing of an opportunity for fear of trying. It is for this reason that I am applying to Colgate University, a school I have seen many of my friends shun for fear of being rejected. And if accepted I am certain that I will not stick just to my Computer Science course, neither would have a root to a single nutrient, but make use of every opportunity hoping it would be a widow into success.
A tree absorbs carbon dioxide from the air and gives off oxygen. Plants never stop doing that, even though the amount of carbon dioxide in the air is increasing threateningly. As I was thus reminiscing some of my biology classes, I understood that this process depicted something deeper for me. The oxygen represents good, the carbon dioxide bad. Even though the bad stuff, carbon dioxide, in the air is increasing the tree undauntedly continues to purge and replace it with oxygen. I believe there is too much evil in this world, too much hate, but is this reason to stop fighting for good. Is this reason to lose hope? No! I believe that we should fight to prune the world of the evil; it is when we lose hope and accept that the world is evil that the demonic parallel seen on movies really comes to life. I do not believe that the evil in our world is because bad people are doing bad things but rather because good people are not doing enough good. Same thing is true with plants, though global warming, polar ice melting...the evils are contributed by the emission of excess carbon dioxide it is the decreased number of trees that resulted magnified such harm, the decreased number of people willing to do good. It is with this conviction that I always try to help others, to touch them in a beautiful way, and to put a smile on their faces.
When a tree is cut down it is not completely removed from the earth, not completely forgotten by all. The reason for such an occurrence is that even though the tree dies when it is chopped off the lower most part of the tree, the bottom stem and roots, remain intact. These parts, rather, serve as shelter and food source for squirrels and micro organisms like bacteria. This is similar to the course I hope my life would take. I do not just wish to make an appearance in life but make my presence felt. After I die I wish to be remembered for the remarkable things I did in life, I do not wish for my name to be buried with me. Just like the undying stem and roots I wish to do great things in life that will never die. And just like the tree continued to help the squirrels and bacteria after it was dead, I wish that the things I do in life will help others for generations to come.
