is not worth living.” Socrates said this once and it has impacted billions of people since then. In my British Literary class, we were taught that the Romantic era was a period of the exploration of human imagination, a return to the natural. For years, I have kept a journal, but I haven’t really looked back and examined my life.
A new year has come and gone, resolutions in place, new classes, yet, same life. What kind of life has that been?
I look back, I have had a pretty good life. True, there were things I regret, especially in high school. I should have tried out for soccer. I should have taken the whole IB program. I should have saved more money from my part time job. But, I had a good education. I had great friends, some of which I still keep in touch with. I was inspired by my teachers. I loved my community, my home, everything about it.
Family life. Tough one. I was a brat – I’ll admit it. But, I was also quick to forgive and forget. We never went for wanting. We loved each other. My dad is my hero and my mom is my mentor. My siblings are my pride and joy.
Love found me numerous times. I am glad for the different experiences it has brought me and I am glad I kept to my values and standards. These have taught me what to look for.
Now for college, which I have to say, I have changed alot in the past year and a half. Last year I started out in the dorms. I had a couple of friends, I socialized, but I was still unsatisfied. After Christmas break, I moved in with a coworker across campus. There, I was accepted by two people who are now my best friends: Amanda and Sherrie. That semester, I experimented – I allowed social life to overrun school work. I ventured in my romantic relationship. Life was great, I didn’t want it to stop, but I realized that come next year, I needed to make some changes.
The three of us moved in to a new apartment and our fourth roommate, Katrina, fits perfectly in with us. It has been challenging, some dissapointments, some failures, fights, suprises. But, where would I be without those? Where am I right now? I feel I have ended the prologue to my life and I am just starting to write chapter one.
I am different then my roommates in my goals and expectations, but that is what helps me be strong. I will live my own life to its fullest, my own way.
I have had no boyfriend, and had to watch two roommates with their own. I will admit, I was jealous, but then, I’d think, I am doing wonderful without one.
I have had a good life, full of experience, and trials. I remember from Sunday School, a quote “Glorious tribulation gives us hope” (Romans 5:3-5). Since then, I have pushed through, knowing that I will be better afterward. I have succeeded in week one of school. I am confident. I have succeeded wonderfully in the past. I have examined my life and found it worth living, so that is exactly what I’ll do. I have changed over the years and I will write my life story:
My Fairy Tale.