The Importance Of Life In My Life

First of all, why do people treat each other the way people do? We treat people certain ways based on what they do and what they have. The Author, Shane Lundy said, “We seem to treat people nicer when they can offer us something in return such as help on homework. People who can’t offer us anything we don’t want to help them and we just brush past them when they need help.” This Shows that we only put our personal needs first instead of having each other's backs. This This plays into the golden rule treat people they way you want to be treated. If someone asked you for help don’t just walk past them take time to

I didn’t realize I was too nice to people who didn’t deserve it until my senior year. It started with me being overly generous to my friends and others. I misused my kindness in the worst type of way. I found myself giving and giving and never getting anything back. I started to grow sort of bitter towards the ones I was being nice to just because of my own insecurities. That was a hard point of realization in my life but these five rules I learned made me realize that I could still be the kind-hearted person I am without being too nice. 1. I learned how to say no; I should never lower my standards for someone else. 2. I learned that its okay to speak my mind; your values, honesty, and opinions make you who you are. 3. I learned

As a kid, the golden rule is one of the first lessons most kids are taught and it's one I have continued to firmly stand by. “Treat others the way you would one to be treated”, this rule reminds me to be kind and always give others a chance. It’s important because I hate being given an attitude, disrespected, treated rudely and the list goes on. So, if I would not like to be treated

“Why are we here, what is the purpose of life?” Questions like these have haunted human beings for millennia. How people answer questions such as these can determine the course of their lives. The answers, of course, are as individual as are people. For me, the answers revolve around three things that I consider the most important in life: to know God, to know yourself, and to know your part or calling.

I lifted my backpack off of the sidewalk and kissed my mother goodbye. As I turned to walk away she quickly grabbed my arm and twisted me around. She pulled me in closer and softly said to me, “Remember our golden rule, treat others the way you would want to be treated and they will treat you the same.” I applied the ‘Golden Rule’ every year, from the beginning of kindergarten to the end of 8th grade. The golden rule taught me how to build friendships, see the best in people, openly accept them for how they come, and love them for who they are. Throughout the years the golden rule stopped being a rule and started to become a part of me. Little did I know, there was a downside to it. It was during my first year of high school when I realized that you could treat people the way you would like to be treated but that doesn’t mean they’re obligated to treat you the same.

Happily, several things I have aspired to achieve in my younger years, have finally come to fruition in the autumn days of my life. Despite not winning the lottery (yet), I have been lucky enough to accomplish most of those “dreams” I had fantasized about in my younger years. But it wasn't until recently, I found my niche in the world of free-lance writing. Taunting and vexing me, fate dangled the golden apple of writing and paid opportunities in front of my wanting eyes for years. Now, as I look out into the inspiring skyline of my city from not one, but two directions, I can not only take pride in one of my goals being realized, but |I can do it from the comfort of my home and corner office - in my pyjamas.

I have been wanting to write about something that has been very close to my heart lately, but I have been struggling with how to put it into words. I have always been a lover of this life and enthusiastic, but even at times, I need to be reminded that it is up to me to make the choice to love my life. Joy, happiness, enthusiasm, gratitude, and all these wonderful characteristics of life are simply choices. It is your choice if you are going to truly and genuinely enjoy your life. You could have absolutely nothing, but with the right attitude, you have everything.

The despairing faces and the exhilarating emotions that overwhelm the room as I think back to how irrational life can be. I notice their hands were reluctantly raised to answer a simple math problem that I had written on the board. Looking around, I have never seen such fragile students that are eager to learn but afraid to speak. However, these are the same students who helped me realize how important it was for me to be in that room. A star that shined bright, guiding the helpless voyagers to shore. I always thought life was linear , where everything increased at a constant slope, but that is definitely not the case. Thinking about the many unexpected turns it can take and how it places laborious weight on a person's decisions and responsibilities My life can be summarized from the last four years, from the beginning of high school to now. I always caught myself walking the halls contemplating my purpose in life and why I felt so incomplete. Until finally, everything fell into place, learning what my heart cared for the most and what and who I wanted to be now. Math has always been something that defines me. Going from being a normal student to a math tutor, it really shows me my own capabilities and limits.

Lying in bed as I drift off to sleep, I lay and think about what a blessed life that I am living. Dark candle lit room, marshmallow fireside scent, with light creeping under the door as my roommates are still awake out in the living room of our modestly sized apartment. I listen to my fan and tune out their voices and I call to mind the stories my parents have told that have molded me and my brother into the men we have become. Thanks to them I am able to live the comfortable lifestyle that I have and am fortunate enough to attend college at a wonderful university that I otherwise would not be able to afford. I relay so many experiences in my head each night before bed almost as if they happened yesterday.

I remember in second grade when my mom told me something that I’ve tried to keep with me over the years. “Do something nice for someone today, but keep it to yourself. Don’t tell anyone, just do it for the sake of being nice.” So, I did. It wasn’t much, but I pushed in chairs, straightened up cubbies, and picked up things around the class. The whole time I did, I felt this little rush. Doing things for other people felt good, even if no one thanked me. After that day, I tried to keep the same attitude. But in middle school, I learnt that the kindness you give is not always returned or appreciated no matter how hard you try.

I have always preferred to show up early to events. This trend seemingly began as I was born prematurely at 32 weeks, a tribulation that nearly took both me and my mother's life. Unlike most newborns, I spent the first few hours of life in a neonatal intensive care unit as doctors rushed to mend my collapsed lung. Although I was not as big as expected and I came partially broken, my three siblings sat in the hospital waiting room with my father, eager to get their small, stubby fingers around their early gift of a little brother. I came into this world similar to an unripened fruit, but fortunately I sprouted in an exceptional community with the most valuable mentors.

from then on my path was set. I had made my decision, I would run. Throughout my childhood I was always the short one. I could not say I was not athletic, but you would not see my making plays and scoring goals. I was always hesitant, worried for all of their safeties, worried for my own safety. Needles to say football was not my sport, but we will come back to that. I played almost every sport I could think of, I played Basketball, I played Baseball, I played Soccer, I played football, and almost every track event that they let me in. sadly, I wasn’t very good at any of them.

Life for me has always been making mistakes and learning from them. I’ve always been open to different experiences in life but I do have some boundaries. I know that everyone’s life in this world is different than every other person. I have been really close to my mom my whole life. I talk to her for hours and share my feeling, and tell her how my day goes. Whenever I had a problem, I knew that my mom would fix it for me, and once I tell her about it everything is going to be okay. I perpetually respect my parents and want to appreciate them for they do for me. I am really lucky that I have parents. Now as I became a teenager, I continuously thought that I would never change, my life would never change, I will always stay the same.

My life is sort of like a book, it should not be judged by its cover. Most of my peers perceive that everything in my life is sailing smoothly but boy were they wrong. While faking my well being was not in my best interest, I did it anyways. But because I lived up to the joyful girl I made myself to be people did not get to know who I truly am. Certainly life has been a struggle but slowly I am tearing down the walls I have built to protect myself because it is what I deserve.

Crouched under a mango tree trying to find shade from the scorching sun as sweat drips from my head to my feet, sizzling as it hits the ground. The temperature rises day by day in the summer I pray for rain to fall, looking at the stray animals on the streets in thirst for water. I stare off into the distance of barren acres of land, touching the dry, cracked soil and seeing lifeless crops die due to the boiling heat that I needed to take care of. As a boy living in the rural areas of India in a middle-class family, everyone in the village was taught at a young age to start working. Even though, I was the third child out of my four sibling it didn’t stop my parents from making me work out in the fields. It was tough having to do manual labor like doing field work to feeding and taking care of the animals every day. As the roosters crow I wake up immediately and lay out my school uniform and shower, I comb my hair slicked back, put on my shoes and run off to school with my friends. I stopped going to school until the 10th grade because back in the day my parents wouldn't care that much about education like today. It was more about harvesting corn in the summer to plant seeds in the winter. When I was around 20 years old my two older siblings got married and my family decided it was my turn. But my father tried to help me do something in life first and not sit at home and drink or smoke so he opened a pharmacy, but that didn't work out so long due to my obsession with alcohol and just being lazy which stopped the business from lasting and I continued to do nothing.