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Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.
Endless trees twist out of dry, gray dirt, marring my view of the setting sun. With the passing of every silent form, I know my mother and many friends are farther and farther behind me. For the two days I spend in the train car, I silently reflect on all I would not see again for years, and all which was to come. I imprint in my mind all the hundreds of people at every stop, wondering how many other people have to board alone. Do they know where they are going any more than I?
I really should be used to an environment in motion after moving away so often, but this time the motion is different. Where there was once the occasional hand of my mother reaching back, playfully waving in front of my face to test if I was awake, there is now only a fading curtain. I made the decision to leave on my own, and I left on my own. I know that the only way I will grow and succeed is to carry on and chase opportunity, no matter how scary it is.
With every shadow of every branch, I tell myself to stop looking back or down. Even if the world waits, I will ever move forward.
Thank you so much!
Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.
Endless trees twist out of dry, gray dirt, marring my view of the setting sun. With the passing of every silent form, I know my mother and many friends are farther and farther behind me. For the two days I spend in the train car, I silently reflect on all I would not see again for years, and all which was to come. I imprint in my mind all the hundreds of people at every stop, wondering how many other people have to board alone. Do they know where they are going any more than I?
I really should be used to an environment in motion after moving away so often, but this time the motion is different. Where there was once the occasional hand of my mother reaching back, playfully waving in front of my face to test if I was awake, there is now only a fading curtain. I made the decision to leave on my own, and I left on my own. I know that the only way I will grow and succeed is to carry on and chase opportunity, no matter how scary it is.
With every shadow of every branch, I tell myself to stop looking back or down. Even if the world waits, I will ever move forward.
Thank you so much!