Prompt: Describe the world you come from - for example, your family, community or school - and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
"What is the meaning of life?" is a question many ask themselves when they are feeling lost or unmotivated, or just curious as to what it may really be. Whenever I ask myself about life I turn to towards the people I look up to. Those people, my family, have helped me greatly in the struggles life has put me through and refined the person I am today.
Since I was young I lived a contented lifestyle. Nothing particularly bad happened as I grew up, however, I lived with a few siblings that have put in some personal struggles. When it was just my cousin and me, I had no problem living life. Additionally, throughout my years in up until now, I was always known at school as someone who was highly intelligent and helpful towards others as helping others was what made me happy. Although, I was cheerful at school, I had problems at home. As I gradually gained siblings, I felt like my parents began to pay less and less attention to me and more towards my siblings. Eventually the only time I felt any type of love or affection from them is when I came home with either A's on my report cards or special awards, which is part of the reason why I try so hard to maintain high grades. Otherwise, they would always just tell what to do and what not to do with life. So in addition to no affection, I also felt like I had no freedom to make my own choices.
I continued to pursue my interests by tutoring people in subjects that I excelled in such as math and science. At home I still continued to struggle trying to show my parents how well I did in school just to get even a minimal amount of praise. Then one day I was alone in the car with my mom and she continued to tell me about how my sister is in guard, and how she's so happy my other siblings are passing their classes and talked about how she was going to get them some food to surprise them for it. Eventually I just lost and went right out to ask her why she cares about them so much but, rarely ever talks about all the goals I have accomplished in life. She was silent for awhile, and asked if that's how I really feel and without hesitation spoke about how they usually don't show a lot of affection because they saw me as someone who has their life figured out and continued to talk about how they are always proud of me despite their lack of physical compassion. Hearing this made my heart skip a beat, and even my eyes welled up with joy. I never knew that they cared so much about me. As we drove up to our house, I apologized and thought, "How could I ever doubt them?" My mom said that there was nothing to be sorry about that it was partially her fault, but went on to tell me how they also believed I would be the most successful in life because of my grades and personality.
"What is the meaning of life?" is a question many ask themselves when they are feeling lost or unmotivated, or just curious as to what it may really be. Whenever I ask myself about life I turn to towards the people I look up to. Those people, my family, have helped me greatly in the struggles life has put me through and refined the person I am today.
Since I was young I lived a contented lifestyle. Nothing particularly bad happened as I grew up, however, I lived with a few siblings that have put in some personal struggles. When it was just my cousin and me, I had no problem living life. Additionally, throughout my years in up until now, I was always known at school as someone who was highly intelligent and helpful towards others as helping others was what made me happy. Although, I was cheerful at school, I had problems at home. As I gradually gained siblings, I felt like my parents began to pay less and less attention to me and more towards my siblings. Eventually the only time I felt any type of love or affection from them is when I came home with either A's on my report cards or special awards, which is part of the reason why I try so hard to maintain high grades. Otherwise, they would always just tell what to do and what not to do with life. So in addition to no affection, I also felt like I had no freedom to make my own choices.
I continued to pursue my interests by tutoring people in subjects that I excelled in such as math and science. At home I still continued to struggle trying to show my parents how well I did in school just to get even a minimal amount of praise. Then one day I was alone in the car with my mom and she continued to tell me about how my sister is in guard, and how she's so happy my other siblings are passing their classes and talked about how she was going to get them some food to surprise them for it. Eventually I just lost and went right out to ask her why she cares about them so much but, rarely ever talks about all the goals I have accomplished in life. She was silent for awhile, and asked if that's how I really feel and without hesitation spoke about how they usually don't show a lot of affection because they saw me as someone who has their life figured out and continued to talk about how they are always proud of me despite their lack of physical compassion. Hearing this made my heart skip a beat, and even my eyes welled up with joy. I never knew that they cared so much about me. As we drove up to our house, I apologized and thought, "How could I ever doubt them?" My mom said that there was nothing to be sorry about that it was partially her fault, but went on to tell me how they also believed I would be the most successful in life because of my grades and personality.
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