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Our society places great emphasis on consistency. The public looks for politicians who are consistent in their promises. The college admissions process searches for students with consistently good grades or consistent commitment to a particular extracurricular. My life, however, lacks consistency. By the time I was in 6th grade, my family had moved five times. Because of all the moving, nothing was really consistent in my life. My friends were always changing and my surroundings were changing. Immigrating to America was difficult even at the age of four. I wasn't fluent in English, I didn't like the hamburgers, and I didn't know anybody. As time went on, I slowly started to adapt to the Orlando, Florida. However, just a mere six months later, I was forced to move to New Jersey. This time I had to get used to the horrible cold weather and snow. It didn't take me long to realize that I hated snow. Plus, wearing a gazillion layers of clothing to take a step out of the house was not my idea of fun. That move was followed by two others, one back to Florida and then to Sacramento. In Sacramento, I began to feel like I had found my home. We had live there for almost three years when it happened again. I moved. The move to Los Angeles was hard, but with time Los Angeles became my home and I've lived here ever since.
During these moves, I stopped looking for the consistency that I once yearned for. My parents suggested that I search for consistency through extracurricular activities. Every time I began to pursue an extracurricular activity at full speed, however, I found a speed bump, in the form of moving, awaiting for me. Pursuing the same activity in a different place exuded a different feeling. It just wasn't the same. So, with every move, I embraced a new beginning and a new identity. I was a figure skater in New Jersey, a pianist in Florida, and a basketball player in Sacramento. By the time, I moved to Los Angeles, I had abandoned every one of these identities.
The limited exposure I got to different activities shaped me. Figure skating gave me the grace to become dancer. Because I had already played the piano, learning to play the clarinet became easy. And, playing basketball helped condition me to run cross country. The real change that came was that I realized that I could never be the best if I kept doing. So, when it dawned on me that we were here to stay in Los Angeles, I pursued each of my extracurricular activities with a new fervor.
Furthermore, my personality has changed since my first move. For one, I've become much more "Americanized" as my parents like to point out. I speak fluent English. I love fast food and although I still listen to Bollywood music, I listen to alternative, rock, and even country. Having had to make new friends over and over again, I've become better to opening up to strangers. New situations have ceased to daunt me and I can take whatever life throws at me.
I'll admit that consistency is not without value, but a great soul has nothing to do with consistency. The inconsistency in my life made me who I am today.
Our society places great emphasis on consistency. The public looks for politicians who are consistent in their promises. The college admissions process searches for students with consistently good grades or consistent commitment to a particular extracurricular. My life, however, lacks consistency. By the time I was in 6th grade, my family had moved five times. Because of all the moving, nothing was really consistent in my life. My friends were always changing and my surroundings were changing. Immigrating to America was difficult even at the age of four. I wasn't fluent in English, I didn't like the hamburgers, and I didn't know anybody. As time went on, I slowly started to adapt to the Orlando, Florida. However, just a mere six months later, I was forced to move to New Jersey. This time I had to get used to the horrible cold weather and snow. It didn't take me long to realize that I hated snow. Plus, wearing a gazillion layers of clothing to take a step out of the house was not my idea of fun. That move was followed by two others, one back to Florida and then to Sacramento. In Sacramento, I began to feel like I had found my home. We had live there for almost three years when it happened again. I moved. The move to Los Angeles was hard, but with time Los Angeles became my home and I've lived here ever since.
During these moves, I stopped looking for the consistency that I once yearned for. My parents suggested that I search for consistency through extracurricular activities. Every time I began to pursue an extracurricular activity at full speed, however, I found a speed bump, in the form of moving, awaiting for me. Pursuing the same activity in a different place exuded a different feeling. It just wasn't the same. So, with every move, I embraced a new beginning and a new identity. I was a figure skater in New Jersey, a pianist in Florida, and a basketball player in Sacramento. By the time, I moved to Los Angeles, I had abandoned every one of these identities.
The limited exposure I got to different activities shaped me. Figure skating gave me the grace to become dancer. Because I had already played the piano, learning to play the clarinet became easy. And, playing basketball helped condition me to run cross country. The real change that came was that I realized that I could never be the best if I kept doing. So, when it dawned on me that we were here to stay in Los Angeles, I pursued each of my extracurricular activities with a new fervor.
Furthermore, my personality has changed since my first move. For one, I've become much more "Americanized" as my parents like to point out. I speak fluent English. I love fast food and although I still listen to Bollywood music, I listen to alternative, rock, and even country. Having had to make new friends over and over again, I've become better to opening up to strangers. New situations have ceased to daunt me and I can take whatever life throws at me.
I'll admit that consistency is not without value, but a great soul has nothing to do with consistency. The inconsistency in my life made me who I am today.
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