Sunday, August 31, 2014

one page paper about something, someone, etc., that defines who you are.




Many people believe they are born the way they are but that is far from the truth. There are many reasons as to why you are a certain way. It could be our actions or life choices that describe what kind of person we are. Whether you are a stuck up prick or a very shy person, we are all different. I know I'm different from other people but what makes me different? I've had so many labels slapped onto me by others that I couldn't even begin to start. However, I never stopped to think of things that can describe who I am. It maybe because it is so difficult for me to think of someone, something, an object to describe who I am not what others think. After numerous hours of thinking what thing can define who I am I finally got it.

Back when I was in middle school, I was always depressed. I saw myself as a mediocre, average person. You know someone just not destined for anything great. There was never a real reason for me to stand out from the crowd and try new things. I always seem to be afraid to choose between what makes others happy and not what makes me happy. Therefore my judgment was always clouded. This went on for most of my high school career until one soccer game changed it all.

I was in the boys ‘soccer team for my second year now. Still I have failed to land a spot in the starting eleven and even worse I was never able to score a goal. Despite having numerous opportunities I would always mess it up somehow. It was the last home game of the season and I was coming on to the field with ten minutes left to play and hope to at least tie the game. It was a corner kick and I decided when the ball came my way to hit it as hard as I can with my head. To my surprise, I did just that and I scored my first ever goal. The crowd went wild and I was ecstatic!  

From that point on I knew I could do anything and I never looked back. Overtime I became more outgoing and my depression went away. If it wasn’t for that moment in my life I don’t how what kind of person I would have turned out to be.

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