UC Essay #3
It's 2:00 p.m. and as I sit here, the respirators, monitors and beeping noises are slowly driving me insane. I am desperately trying to find something that will take my mind off of him. After reading the hospital's visiting procedures innumerable times, I find that my attempts have yielded no encouraging results. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his cold, lifeless body lying there. In all the times that I had seen him, not once did I ever conceive of ever seeing him like this. It is difficult to understand how life can sometimes be so callous even to the young. I keep replaying over in my mind the summer days that we had just spent laughing and poking fun of one another. Never could I have imagined we would end up here. Though in life he and I were mere acquaintances, in death he would unquestionably leave a lasting imprint in my own life. Despite all of the academic lessons I had been taught throughout school, nothing had prepared me for this one, one of life's lessons. Last week, my primary dilemma was what I was going to wear the next
Watching stories of deaths on the evening news is a far cry from experiencing it for one's self. Rather than placing blame and wallowing in misery, we should appreciate what we have every moment of everyday. We think we are young and therefore immortal. I hope you've had the time of your life. Nothing in my life has ever been final. ------------------------------------------------------------------------**Bibliography**. Sometimes it takes something so major, so traumatic to make one realize how trivial our everyday gripes and complaints are. We as teenagers never discern the idea of dying or going through any kind of true painstaking experience. Growing up is never easy, regardless of where you live or what culture you belong to. Youth can be construed as a sanctuary, misleading us into thinking that tragedy is a far-fetched notion, leaving us unprepared to face any kind of devastating experience. Though emotionally exhausted, I've come to understand the brevity of life. For me, I've accepted that this is just one of the many unfortunate events that I will incur in the course of my life. Those were the same ideals I had held, up until last week when I saw my once vivacious friend take his last breath. Watching a friend fight to live and to hear him cry, "I don't want to die," turned my life and priorities upside down.
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