My Existential Crisis College Essay

I’m sure that at some point in their lives, everyone faces an existential crisis and questions, very philosophically of course, their roots and achievements and reasons for being. For some, this point is not reached until middle age, at which point they realize that their lives have been for naught and that the countless goals that they had set for themselves in their youth must be achieved immediately. For others, like myself, every other day contains an existential crisis of sorts. It’s easy to get sucked into the confusing, messy whirlwind that is our world and question one’s place in it. However, this chaos and confusion has never managed to maintain a steady grasp on me, for my roots have always kept me grounded and reminded me of who I am. My refugee grandparents, immigrant parents, and ever so loyal friends have forever instilled in me the importance of trusting in the best of others, finding strength in the easily overlooked beauty and blessings in the world,
Consequently, I spent my childhood days fearlessly roaming the streets of my well secured neighborhood with my venturesome friends, scrupulously constructing commendable mud pies with my sisters and brothers with the help of innovative tools such as cups and sticks, playing soccer and basketball in my mosque with friends, and reading wondrously magical stories that expanded the horizons of my imagination. In my spare time, I solved countless math problems in the arithmetic workbooks that my mother and father bought for me and learned to crochet dozens of scarves and hats under the guidance of my mother and visiting grandmother. Every sight and experience in my life captured my curiosity, managing to teach me some sort of valuable lesson about the