Sunday, December 22, 2019

What I Don t Understand About Myself - 989 Words

Before the personal essay was even an assignment, I ask myself this question every time: â€Å"What am I? And what makes me stand out than another?†. Society stated that each person was born for a purpose of contributing their own gift for other appreciation, from my perspective, I clearly don’t understand a lot about myself. People believe the larger the impact you make, the clearer you will find your true character. What I don’t have the abilities to make such an impact that shows my character, but maybe there could something inside could represent the person I am. My classmate in grade 4, started herself a Global Issue Network club as the president, however, she was very new to the idea of leading a club, so I insisted on aiding her, and†¦show more content†¦After that day, our GIN club began to explore different topics, like â€Å"Ethnic of Science† or â€Å"Illegal Drugs†, the thought of leaving the club never reached my mind, then it hit me when writing the essay: â€Å"I wonder, what does GIN summarize me as a person?†. Aside from hobbies, the talent can play a role in finding your characteristic, like when my mom forced me to play the piano when I was 6, back then, I don’t have a lot of opinions or objection on the idea of learning an instrument. So I spent the last 6 years perfecting the piano, as time fly, it was harder to endure a constant practicing on many pieces from Mozart to Bach, but it s also exciting to play, where the vibrant actually indulging you in an endless pattern of sound. Then I began to think: â€Å"could it be that from my mother s influence that affected the concept of me understanding my personality?†. Although no one has the right to choose your identity, but their knowledge and perception about yourself could make your decision about your identity clearer. I decided to stand back, and look at what I been doing with the lesson on the piano, as I saw the path, I felt that I could have asked my mom to stop learning piano if I wanted, but somehow I never actually thought, or felt like stopping. That s when I knew that my mom had seen my potential for perfecting the piano when I was young, knowing one day I will be envy if seeing many people

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