Personal Narrative: Get Rich, Cure Cancer
Get rich, cure cancer, have children, fall in love, see Paris, climb Mount Everest, they’re all respectable yet ubiquitous goals that I hear from all of my friends. Every person wants to fabricate a global change but in all candor the first step dawns within ourselves. I yearn to cross this nation with my own two feet, seeing the sun rise in every time zone and set on every terrain of this land. I want to see the purple mountain majesty as I stand on the deserted highway in my hiking boots and feel the amber waves of grain lean their silky hands against my palm. I want to see the wealth of my American heritage from one shore to the other, take out the tumor of curiosity and replace it with the medicine of experience and wonder, and fall in
love with the pieces of myself that I find in rivers, forests, mountains, and valleys. After going through a private bout with depression I resolved to claw my way out and witness life from a position other than the fetal curl of sorrow. The goal I hold in mind is to plant my feet solidly on this land that I once no longer desired to wake up to. I once sought out my faults and shortcomings but then I looked at creation and realized something astounding. God created the mountains, with their fatal temperatures and craggy inclines, reckless gusts and howling tempests. He formed the greedy, turbulent rivers and their vicious currents that engulf all whom enter. And yet, even though these dangerous forces should solicit fear from us, we are amazed by them and we long to climb those peaks and cross those currents, conquering these forces like the darkness within us.
For this reason, I want to walk from coast to coast, admiring these frightening beauties of nature, because now I realize that the same God who thought that the world needed these raging rivers and ghastly summits, thought it also needed one of me. Finally, I know that I am not weak or fleeting like a mayfly in the spring. I endure, stubbornly and heartily,like an oak, with eyes set on that next mountain and toes wiggling in each river that I encounter. I am one mountain of a girl, rivers flowing from me and storms keeping those who wish to see me fall at bay. Because of this, I want to cross this country and find it within me.
love with the pieces of myself that I find in rivers, forests, mountains, and valleys. After going through a private bout with depression I resolved to claw my way out and witness life from a position other than the fetal curl of sorrow. The goal I hold in mind is to plant my feet solidly on this land that I once no longer desired to wake up to. I once sought out my faults and shortcomings but then I looked at creation and realized something astounding. God created the mountains, with their fatal temperatures and craggy inclines, reckless gusts and howling tempests. He formed the greedy, turbulent rivers and their vicious currents that engulf all whom enter. And yet, even though these dangerous forces should solicit fear from us, we are amazed by them and we long to climb those peaks and cross those currents, conquering these forces like the darkness within us.
For this reason, I want to walk from coast to coast, admiring these frightening beauties of nature, because now I realize that the same God who thought that the world needed these raging rivers and ghastly summits, thought it also needed one of me. Finally, I know that I am not weak or fleeting like a mayfly in the spring. I endure, stubbornly and heartily,like an oak, with eyes set on that next mountain and toes wiggling in each river that I encounter. I am one mountain of a girl, rivers flowing from me and storms keeping those who wish to see me fall at bay. Because of this, I want to cross this country and find it within me.