Instructions: Write a three-part theme analogy composition about your tragic flaw. No word limit.
Thanks in advance!
Every day, someone always tells me what to do with my life. I hear things like "You're tall; you should join a basketball clinic. I'll enroll you tomorrow," and "You know, agriculture and farming are really high paying businesses. You should take it in college." All of these things are good and valid suggestions, but saying no to any one of these would mean three months, or more, of persuasion and one-sided conversations with adamant relatives. All these people want me to do and be so many things, and it's so much easier to consent to whatever they want me to do. Because I'm usually guilty of that luxury, I've lost track of what I truly want to do and be in this life. I need to follow my heart because I know it will lead me to what I want, but that's easier said than done. Following one's heart is like driving along Commonwealth Avenue with five Koreans back-seat driving since there will always be someone screaming at the driver, what's said is barely understood by others, and it would be so much easier just to do what everyone else wants.
There are so many people in my life that distort the route I take; so much so that what I really want gets lost in a flood of other people's "suggestions." For me to truly know what my heart is telling me, I'll need silence to be able to, occasionally, put my thoughts ahead of others. With all the noise gone, it would be easier to follow the road which I know is the best route. Although the things others tell me sometimes make sense, no one knows what I want better than myself.
People say one man's trash is another man's treasure. When it comes to the arguments I have with my family, what think is treasure is their trash. When I say what they want me to do isn't what I want to do, they say "When you grow older, you'll look back at this and see that I was right," then they bring up the topic every single day until they eventually forget about it. After a while they'll remember it again and the cycle repeats. It's hard to follow my heart when it's always rendered mute whenever my mom opens her mouth to talk about something I don't want to do because it conflicts with who I am and what I want. There's only one think I can think of doing, and that's nothing. There will always be people in life that will act as obstacles to one's ambitions. The only thing that can be done is let whatever they say go in one ear, and out the other.
Peer pressure is hard enough to avoid as it is, but when the pressure comes from within the family tree, it's basically impossible to avoid. In my family, it's so much easier to just go with the flow. I could just agree to do whatever they want, but what kind of life is a life lived by others. When I was about ten, my family wanted me to learn about Cockfighting so I could take over the farm where my grandfather breeds his roosters. I hated Sabong with a passion, so I spoke out. That was the only event in my life where I went against all of my family's wishes. At first, it seemed as if I would never talk to my grandfather again, but as time passed, we moved on with our lives. People should learn to stand up for the passions we each keep in our hearts. It may be easier to just let everyone else map-out my life, but if I do that, I'd be sacrificing my dreams, my ambitions, and my identity.
Listening to one's heart may sound like the main theme of a Disney movie where the main character ends up following his dream because his father just "wants him to be happy," but in real life, it's hell of hard. Not everyone is as understanding as a hard-shelled and soft-centered parent that appears in every feel-good movie. There will always be some apathetic, stubborn and powerful individual that will be an obstacle too difficult to overcome, and even if I release all my inhibitions and get rid of all the obstacles in my path, there is still the matter of the most difficult part, understanding whatever my heart tells me. Although I can't even begin to comprehend how I'll go about doing that, there have been times where I've had moments of clarity where I actually hear something. I hope that, eventually, my heart will lead me, inch by inch, to where I truly want to go and what I truly wish to be.
Thanks in advance!
Every day, someone always tells me what to do with my life. I hear things like "You're tall; you should join a basketball clinic. I'll enroll you tomorrow," and "You know, agriculture and farming are really high paying businesses. You should take it in college." All of these things are good and valid suggestions, but saying no to any one of these would mean three months, or more, of persuasion and one-sided conversations with adamant relatives. All these people want me to do and be so many things, and it's so much easier to consent to whatever they want me to do. Because I'm usually guilty of that luxury, I've lost track of what I truly want to do and be in this life. I need to follow my heart because I know it will lead me to what I want, but that's easier said than done. Following one's heart is like driving along Commonwealth Avenue with five Koreans back-seat driving since there will always be someone screaming at the driver, what's said is barely understood by others, and it would be so much easier just to do what everyone else wants.
There are so many people in my life that distort the route I take; so much so that what I really want gets lost in a flood of other people's "suggestions." For me to truly know what my heart is telling me, I'll need silence to be able to, occasionally, put my thoughts ahead of others. With all the noise gone, it would be easier to follow the road which I know is the best route. Although the things others tell me sometimes make sense, no one knows what I want better than myself.
People say one man's trash is another man's treasure. When it comes to the arguments I have with my family, what think is treasure is their trash. When I say what they want me to do isn't what I want to do, they say "When you grow older, you'll look back at this and see that I was right," then they bring up the topic every single day until they eventually forget about it. After a while they'll remember it again and the cycle repeats. It's hard to follow my heart when it's always rendered mute whenever my mom opens her mouth to talk about something I don't want to do because it conflicts with who I am and what I want. There's only one think I can think of doing, and that's nothing. There will always be people in life that will act as obstacles to one's ambitions. The only thing that can be done is let whatever they say go in one ear, and out the other.
Peer pressure is hard enough to avoid as it is, but when the pressure comes from within the family tree, it's basically impossible to avoid. In my family, it's so much easier to just go with the flow. I could just agree to do whatever they want, but what kind of life is a life lived by others. When I was about ten, my family wanted me to learn about Cockfighting so I could take over the farm where my grandfather breeds his roosters. I hated Sabong with a passion, so I spoke out. That was the only event in my life where I went against all of my family's wishes. At first, it seemed as if I would never talk to my grandfather again, but as time passed, we moved on with our lives. People should learn to stand up for the passions we each keep in our hearts. It may be easier to just let everyone else map-out my life, but if I do that, I'd be sacrificing my dreams, my ambitions, and my identity.
Listening to one's heart may sound like the main theme of a Disney movie where the main character ends up following his dream because his father just "wants him to be happy," but in real life, it's hell of hard. Not everyone is as understanding as a hard-shelled and soft-centered parent that appears in every feel-good movie. There will always be some apathetic, stubborn and powerful individual that will be an obstacle too difficult to overcome, and even if I release all my inhibitions and get rid of all the obstacles in my path, there is still the matter of the most difficult part, understanding whatever my heart tells me. Although I can't even begin to comprehend how I'll go about doing that, there have been times where I've had moments of clarity where I actually hear something. I hope that, eventually, my heart will lead me, inch by inch, to where I truly want to go and what I truly wish to be.