Personal Narrative: Three Spirit Animals

Ever since the First Nations began their arduous and treacherous journey across the plains of North America they have developed an idea that they are connected to many various spirit animals. These cultures believe that they are analogous with the spirit animals in a personal way that bonds them to their land and history. I consider myself to have connected with animals that, like the natives, reflect who I was, who I am, and who I wish to be. These animals are the rabbit, the raven, and the elk. During a close investigation of these three spirit animals it has become clear that I am very similar to them because of my unique persona.

Similarly to a rabbit I felt cowardly, miniscule, and powerless, in my past. Battling for power was a never
That's the only way to describe the first few years of my life. Demolishing the despair and dismay in the early parts of my life has been the hardest things I’ve had to do. Cutting myself free from toxic relationships, toxic people, and toxic environments, made me feel strong and powerful. Similarly to an elk, I would demand respect but at the same time I wish to be graceful. To me, elk’s resemble endurance, perseverance, strength, and beauty. These are all the qualities I wish to acquire in my future. After highschool, I wish to pursue my dream of becoming a lawyer once I’ve completed my psychiatric undergrad. Reaching my goal of becoming a lawyer would mean I get to help people who might not be able to help themselves. I don’t want to change the whole world but I wish to change other people’s lives, even if it’s just one person, for the better. Also someday I’ll meet the man of my dreams who I will feel a connection to unlike anyone else. We’ll have a big white wedding and settle into a small home near the city. Eventually we will have children who I will love unconditionally. I’ll teach my kids how to be respectful and kind to those who will show them the same and to always follow what they feel, in their hearts, is right. Watching my family grow into independent individuals will break my heart but also make it swell with pride. I’ll watch as my kids walk down the aisle into their new lives. Like watching my children grow up again, I’ll watch my grandchildren develop their own personal identities as well. Seeing my husband grow old by my side, I’ll still think he’s the most handsome man in the world. Eventually my time will come and I will pass. Living a life of love, loss, and enjoyment, I will die knowing I lived life to the fullest without any