Considering your lifetime goals, discuss how your current and future academic and extra-curricular activities might help you achieve your goals.
Ones eclat is not gauged by the abundance of concave, cotton filled, tetragonic, currency as it has attributes of possessing a life of its own. Whereas it is evident in one's' moral and ethical principles, as well as the oozing gift of dexterity to illume those encompassing them in an efficacious manner. As I hope to fulfill with grace and intrepidity.
"As it was in the beginning is now, and ever shall be, world without end..." the prayer echoed in the silence. Palpable were the words, my mother's scanty warmth was so visible that macroscopic were the covalently double bonded atoms. That night when her tender kiss lightly feathered my porcelain skin, I concluded that faith towers the abysmal. Not only does it catechize to believe in both the unseen and unknown, but it gives allowance to the daunting, ceaseless contingencies for disillusionment. It beseeches for you to trust and believe in something other than yourself.
As I was evolving with age I never experienced ballet recitals nor piano lessons. For in that span what had indubitable value was safety. Immunity for yourself, in addition to the protection of the ones that share your genetic silhouette. Not construing it as to have been pulverised delusions, although as to embed me on the paradox side of the glass in my memory's museum. With the minor exclusion that the seemingly lustrous valuable, was genuinely my endemic reflection. I saw the human in me.
Quondam introvert butterfly kicking, the epoch when diminuendoing and glissading metamorphosed into an orifice of perpetual freedom. "Take care of him", my parents said. When they departed to their endeavours my home became a sanctuary. Metronomic clangor from outside would ricochet off about our duplex, cyclically. A variation of raspy shouting, deafening sirens, cascading glass crashing onto the pavement and gun shots soared the air. Meanwhile I ventured to put my five year old brother to sleep. At the age of eight my parents registered my brother and I in Martial Arts, for it was vital.
Words verbalize thoughts, and music the harmonious feelings. The Brandenburg concertos were my lullabies, when the only glistening thing in my life was a nightlight. In elementary, music class was a prerequisite. At this time I was still an outcast to society; the preliminary society that is. The fifth grade All City Choir auditions emerged, my pupils gazed across the horizon of the sheet music. My throat ached, I was one minuscule music note away from mutating into a fire-breathing dragon. Seconds away from auditioning: heart pounding, lithium permeated my skull and sensations of the unmentionable dissipated throughout my frame. I was in the illustrious first row of Sopranos. Henceforth I became a staff member of the Lone Star Dispatch newspaper, a cellist in the preeminent Orchestra, and leaped myself in the dance team performing for hordes. Concurring with others, partaking ideals optimism flaring through our auras with one yearning; the final issue of it all.
Dissecting my surroundings with the fleshy saber, thoughts commenced to brush upon the slight curve. I had cultivated particles of confidence, respect, honor, compassion, responsibility, symbiosis and pertinacity in a petri dish; intervals that embossed my soul. Germinating before those who witnessed my emanating from the chrysalis. Facing that same glass from my memory's museum. These peculiarities individually are exceptional, ultimately as a conglomerate creates a versatile more humanistic entity capable of acquiring amaranthine greatness.
