Personal Narrative Essay

What is my legacy? Well, this question seems too big for me. I am only an average person that does not have any significant ideas to inspire, advise, or stimulate someone to change the world or make what the world would be. The only thing I want to do is I try to do my best to become a helpful person and contribute something as much as I can to the society. This is quite simple, but I have been striving a lot to achieve these goals. I had many childhood dreams, but the one that most urged me was

only do I take the body of the artisan but I can also take the mind of the artisan. I am now fully prepared to take the jump. I am not sure how bad it will be, and if I will be the same afterwards. If all goes as plans, I am able to retain my personal thoughts and feelings and still be able to take the feelings of the person I’m taking over. Time to jump. Wow! I am now officially in Mesopotamia. My body is transformed, my thoughts are transformed, and my own knowledge is still within me.

I stared at my computer screen with great scrutiny as my right hand clutched the slim white mouse resting beneath it. My index finger clicked repetitively at the webpage’s refresh button. My eyes were fixed on a set of numbers stretched across the screen that kept jumping with every tap of the mouse. Click. 99,992. Click. 99,993. Click. 99,998. My heart was racing. Click. 99,999. I tapped the refresh button one last time and held my breath. The number 100,000 popped up on my computer screen, and

I am a very strong willed person. I can never be sad or so I thought. When I was in medical school,I saw many cases of depression and always thought, how can they be so dejected, when you have so many things to revive you. As I have mentioned it in my earlier posts, Life teaches you everyday. Shortly after our marriage, I conceived my older one. Okay don't judge me, but I really enjoyed my pregnancy. I enjoyed every moment of those months especially being my husband's utmost priority. I was positive

The American dream is something that everyone should believe in, I know I do. Throughout my whole entire life I have wanted to be successful. I believe in myself and know that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to. The American dream says that everyone should be treated equal. Unfortunately, this is not the case. Everyone is judged for their height, weight, race, age, likes, dislikes, etc. In the world today you must conform to the social norm to be considered “cool.” Part of me wants to feel

It is only appropriate that you get your own post as snapchat celebrates our 100-day streak on this holy Queen Bey Day 2017; especially since this website would not exist if I did not have you in my life. I am eternally thankful for the day that we re-entered one another's lives. I have no idea how it happened, but I am forever thankful that you are one of the few people that I talk to daily.   You once wrote, "If God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers than you must be invincible

Am I real, or am I the product of the society I live in? Does Big Brother care about me; am I allowed to be myself? When I was younger I was told I needed to get any job just to survive. Is this the person that I want to be in life, or do I have some screws loose in my head causing all of my parts to break requiring some “mechanic” to come and repair them and give me a new manual on how to use them? I don’t know what’s real, what’s fake, or if anything in life matters. All I know is that I am a man

I entered the change rooms to prepare for my weekly sport agenda. Today is the only day of the week I do sports, like seriously, which kinda explains my fat ass weight. As soon I stepped in to that place, it's like the fucking the 'Holocaust: The Sequel'. The stench of fuckboy aerosol and piss filled the room. Why guys use excessive amount of fucking spray deodorant? Like have you heard of shower or bath? Are. You. Even. Fucking. Alive? I mean seriously. Every time I come out that horrid chamber

The date was September 11, 2001, and my son who was less than a year old and myself were heading into the city to go to the NYC Health Department. What started out as a very normal day didn't end up quite that way. I can still remember it as if it was yesterday, and the horrors that I saw left scars in my mind and has made me see the world a lot differently than I did on September 10th. There was now a fear of the unknown, a fear of strangers and of people who are different than me. However, as the

Amazing is a place that has old historic value and will blow you away with the sights you see. For many of us amazing is something we feel when; we accomplish something positive. Not for Me. Amazing to me is that place you know you can go to at any time to find peacefulness and happiness. This place for me is Wrigley Field. Home of the Chicago Cubs, Wrigley Field has a ton of history. Wrigley Field is 102-years-old and is the second oldest ballpark behind Fenway Park. The field was named Weeghman