moments of life
Every Saturday, I turn on the playlist on my phone, roll up my sleeve, lace up my sneakers, pull up my socks and start my morning with a walk. I stare as pieces of my breath leave my chest to form puffs of air. I feel the cold morning breeze brush over my skin and start to warm up as the sun announces its arrival with rays of its golden goodness, like a canvas spread of yellow paint. I watch as the trees form a black silhoutte against the sky with branches spreading out like arms, to absorb the first rays of sunlight accompanied with the chirping birds that pierce through the cold morning air watch as beads of the morning dew pass through my sneakers, into my socks and sink into my soul, body and mind.
This is my cup of tea for the day.
My body and mind awaken and stretch themselves open like the branches of the trees, trying to absorb everything. Only the echoes of a dog barking and the revving of a car engine remind me that, thankfully, this is nature walk is my reality; a place in this world that I can recognize myself with, not some fantasy.
It is my belief that we, as humans live life like it's a race, in which we have to go as fast as possible and get as much done as possible. One is constantly on the go: wake up in the morning, go to work or school, come home and do what we must do, tuck ourselves in at night and get ready for another day. But many do not take moments to stop and enjoy the smaller things in life and reflect.
To me these moments of reflection, these moments of pausing, are most important. The moments I take to bake, the moments I take a morning walk to breathe in fresh air and have the cool wind brush my skin with the melody of the chirping birds. The moments I take to repose after a hectic day. These are all moments that I need to survive, so I know I'm not a robot with no stop button.
Please how do I end this essay. It is for UChicago and Harvard and if it is not up to their standards please just tell me to stop writing this essay.
Go hard on this essay, please
