i need a lot of help on this essay
do i need to rewrite this maybe?
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''Some questions cannot be answered./ They become familiar weights in the hand,/ Round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool.''1
- Jane Hirshfield, poet, Princeton Class of 1973
Almost everyone has a touchy subject that burns their heart when mentioned. For me, that subject was death. When I thought about it, terror would struck me and keep my heart pounding like a hammer on a stubborn nail; hard enough that I could feel it from my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Perhaps what scared me the most about death was the uncertainty it carries. After a hard day at school, I love sitting with my family at the dinner table eating mom's home made cooking, and laughing about a joke from school retold. But what if moments like this is gone forever in a matter of seconds during a car crash? six years ago, I had my first and only car accident. It was a bright sunny day when nothing bad was expected to happen. Then the car suddenly shook from an impact, sending a powerful serge of pain down my back. After the violent shaking stopped, I looked over my shoulders and saw my brother half unconscious. I looked at the driver's seat and saw that my mother had her head down. That was the first time I thought about dying and losing someone dear to me. Fortunately, no one was badly hurt in that accident. But what if?
Why do people have to die? Where do they go afterwards? Such questions began to cascade into my head one after another. No matter how hard I reasoned, I can't seem to concoct a logical answer. I gathered enough courage to ask a few people for their opinions, but no one could give me a satisfying response. These questions became constant scratches on the head and "familiar weights in the hand, round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool."
As I got older and experienced life a little bit more, my fear caught my dad's attention. From him I learned that process is more important than the ultimate fate when we think about life and death. We all die eventually, but how do we live when we are alive? I slowly realized that death is a question that cannot be and probably will not be answered. Perhaps it is not even meant to be answered. Rather than looking at death as a ponderous burden, I realized that life, the greatest gift of all, should be placed in the centerfold.
Why should we wait for our inevitable fate when we could live with great passion? Knowing that the precious moments could be lost makes me treasure and enjoy them to the fullest. I try everything that life has to offer and do my best every day so that I can live to the full extent and without regret.
do i need to rewrite this maybe?
Option 3 -
''Some questions cannot be answered./ They become familiar weights in the hand,/ Round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool.''1
- Jane Hirshfield, poet, Princeton Class of 1973
Almost everyone has a touchy subject that burns their heart when mentioned. For me, that subject was death. When I thought about it, terror would struck me and keep my heart pounding like a hammer on a stubborn nail; hard enough that I could feel it from my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Perhaps what scared me the most about death was the uncertainty it carries. After a hard day at school, I love sitting with my family at the dinner table eating mom's home made cooking, and laughing about a joke from school retold. But what if moments like this is gone forever in a matter of seconds during a car crash? six years ago, I had my first and only car accident. It was a bright sunny day when nothing bad was expected to happen. Then the car suddenly shook from an impact, sending a powerful serge of pain down my back. After the violent shaking stopped, I looked over my shoulders and saw my brother half unconscious. I looked at the driver's seat and saw that my mother had her head down. That was the first time I thought about dying and losing someone dear to me. Fortunately, no one was badly hurt in that accident. But what if?
Why do people have to die? Where do they go afterwards? Such questions began to cascade into my head one after another. No matter how hard I reasoned, I can't seem to concoct a logical answer. I gathered enough courage to ask a few people for their opinions, but no one could give me a satisfying response. These questions became constant scratches on the head and "familiar weights in the hand, round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool."
As I got older and experienced life a little bit more, my fear caught my dad's attention. From him I learned that process is more important than the ultimate fate when we think about life and death. We all die eventually, but how do we live when we are alive? I slowly realized that death is a question that cannot be and probably will not be answered. Perhaps it is not even meant to be answered. Rather than looking at death as a ponderous burden, I realized that life, the greatest gift of all, should be placed in the centerfold.
Why should we wait for our inevitable fate when we could live with great passion? Knowing that the precious moments could be lost makes me treasure and enjoy them to the fullest. I try everything that life has to offer and do my best every day so that I can live to the full extent and without regret.
