Virtually all of Stanford's undergraduates live on campus. What would you want your future roommate to know about you? Tell us something about you that will help your future roommate -- and us -- know you better.
It was just another beautiful day on Catalina Island. Not a cloud in sight. There was a gentle breeze that made the palm trees dance. The day was long and it seemed as though the sun would never sleep. Day turned to night and the stars began to appear, one by one. I focused on one. One that seldom blinked. My perception of stars seemed to be fixed on the fact that they are luminous balls of plasma that flicker. That's it.
During the rigors of my daily routine staring at stars had become futile. But not today. I had become so fixated on one star that I felt the world crash down before me. The star was so full of life, it seemed invincible. It had blinded me, and I fell victim to the rest of my senses. Just as I became entranced with the light show before me, it happened. The star died.
Death is often bloody and violent, but this, this was beautiful. A split second before the star went; bestrewn of life. It was the bow at the end of a spectacular show. It was a flash of colors I didn't know existed. Greens and yellows and blues all combined in an array of flashes that were both aesthetically pleasing for my retina, as they were for my soul. The split second had captivated me and elevated me into disillusion. I had seen beauty in destruction. Destruction can bring pain, but this, this was new. Destruction signals the end to life, and breeds creation. Immediately following the stars death, a new star took its place. Nature simply took its course. I believe it is in our universal right to create. Create in all aspects of our lives. Whether it be friendships or works of art, creation allows expression and the process teaches us more about ourselves than we perhaps care to know.
I have always been feared change. Change is essential, and is part of human nature. It is the reason humanity exists. Our ability to adapt to a different environment, is a right we should hold dear to our hearts. Change is hard. From life to death. From a small community to a big one. It is these challenges where we learn the most. We encounter ourselves, by being both vulnerable and resourceful. The star had no chance. The star's change was abrupt and inevitable. It couldn't shape its change. We in some aspects of our life will always have the opportunity to act upon change. Our change can lead us to our greatest ambitions.
The stars will continue to shine on. They live and they die, so will humanity. We shouldn't fear death and destruction. We should reflect on the good that has influenced our lives. One day our light will die, and hopefully someone, somewhere will remember us for the beauty that lived inside of us.
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It was just another beautiful day on Catalina Island. Not a cloud in sight. There was a gentle breeze that made the palm trees dance. The day was long and it seemed as though the sun would never sleep. Day turned to night and the stars began to appear, one by one. I focused on one. One that seldom blinked. My perception of stars seemed to be fixed on the fact that they are luminous balls of plasma that flicker. That's it.
During the rigors of my daily routine staring at stars had become futile. But not today. I had become so fixated on one star that I felt the world crash down before me. The star was so full of life, it seemed invincible. It had blinded me, and I fell victim to the rest of my senses. Just as I became entranced with the light show before me, it happened. The star died.
Death is often bloody and violent, but this, this was beautiful. A split second before the star went; bestrewn of life. It was the bow at the end of a spectacular show. It was a flash of colors I didn't know existed. Greens and yellows and blues all combined in an array of flashes that were both aesthetically pleasing for my retina, as they were for my soul. The split second had captivated me and elevated me into disillusion. I had seen beauty in destruction. Destruction can bring pain, but this, this was new. Destruction signals the end to life, and breeds creation. Immediately following the stars death, a new star took its place. Nature simply took its course. I believe it is in our universal right to create. Create in all aspects of our lives. Whether it be friendships or works of art, creation allows expression and the process teaches us more about ourselves than we perhaps care to know.
I have always been feared change. Change is essential, and is part of human nature. It is the reason humanity exists. Our ability to adapt to a different environment, is a right we should hold dear to our hearts. Change is hard. From life to death. From a small community to a big one. It is these challenges where we learn the most. We encounter ourselves, by being both vulnerable and resourceful. The star had no chance. The star's change was abrupt and inevitable. It couldn't shape its change. We in some aspects of our life will always have the opportunity to act upon change. Our change can lead us to our greatest ambitions.
The stars will continue to shine on. They live and they die, so will humanity. We shouldn't fear death and destruction. We should reflect on the good that has influenced our lives. One day our light will die, and hopefully someone, somewhere will remember us for the beauty that lived inside of us.
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