Tik...tok...tik...tok. The seconds ticked by monotonously. Time had slowed down. I stared at the clock ferociously, willing it to move faster, to end the agony. My stomach writhed and made loud noises. Food was within my reach, but I could not eat. My throat was parched dry. I had a cup filled with water, but I could not drink. This is how it feels to fast.
My first few tries at fasting failed miserably. I simply could not let a whole day pass by without eating a Pop-tart. I was surprised when I saw my 80-year old grandparents easily fasting two days at a time whereas I could not restrain myself even for a day.
"Maybe old people don't need to eat as much," I thought, trying to make excuses for myself. Deep inside, I knew that this was caused by my lack of strong will. I was a slave, dictated by the impulses of my mind. My father once said, "Control your mind, and it can be your best friend. Lose control, and it can be your greatest enemy." Like so many others, I had lost control, and my own mind was my enemy. I took it as a challenge to free myself from the shackles that my mind had cast upon me. I would fast to prove to myself that I have a strong will.
After many years of practice, I am now able to fast with relative ease. However, fasting is not the ultimate goal. The ultimate goal is to develop a strong will through which I can pursue my career goals in a more efficient manner.
I feel like this essay is too mechanical...like there's not that much feeling behind it. Also, I'm really not happy with my ending. I want to somehow relate this to my personality, and to my studies, but not really sure how. I went a little over the word limit at 270 words (supposed to be 250), but it said "approximately", so that should be okay. The quote seems cliche to me, but I'm using it for lack of a better one. Also, if you have any suggestions for a good title, I would really appreciate it. Thanks!
My first few tries at fasting failed miserably. I simply could not let a whole day pass by without eating a Pop-tart. I was surprised when I saw my 80-year old grandparents easily fasting two days at a time whereas I could not restrain myself even for a day.
"Maybe old people don't need to eat as much," I thought, trying to make excuses for myself. Deep inside, I knew that this was caused by my lack of strong will. I was a slave, dictated by the impulses of my mind. My father once said, "Control your mind, and it can be your best friend. Lose control, and it can be your greatest enemy." Like so many others, I had lost control, and my own mind was my enemy. I took it as a challenge to free myself from the shackles that my mind had cast upon me. I would fast to prove to myself that I have a strong will.
After many years of practice, I am now able to fast with relative ease. However, fasting is not the ultimate goal. The ultimate goal is to develop a strong will through which I can pursue my career goals in a more efficient manner.
I feel like this essay is too mechanical...like there's not that much feeling behind it. Also, I'm really not happy with my ending. I want to somehow relate this to my personality, and to my studies, but not really sure how. I went a little over the word limit at 270 words (supposed to be 250), but it said "approximately", so that should be okay. The quote seems cliche to me, but I'm using it for lack of a better one. Also, if you have any suggestions for a good title, I would really appreciate it. Thanks!