The Journey Of Life: Life Is A Journey

Storytelling is the art that separates us from animals. The journey of my life is a story of struggle and obsession at every stage of my life. Framing things positively is an art. This art is very necessary for growth in life. Talking about my very stage after being born in a very mediocre family. The family earns tightly for its survival in this cruel world. When I was ten years old, my parents imposed a slightly harsh yet inevitable principle shock upon me. My family evacuated and moved from the country to the city. My dad had a job transfer and we went from the slow calming outskirts to inside the luminous fast-tracked city, where life is race and you will fail even if you slow down a bit. I had grown up barefoot and I played football with kids of all poor people of our standard, got my ass kicked by mud and neglection. The new school I attended to during fourth grade was a bastion of instructive remarkableness, populated by owl-confronted instructors and children showing off their Ray-Ban glasses and iPhones. Remaining upon the mainland separate among adolescence and pre-pubescence, my psyche and body, similar to all children at that age, were discombobulated by hormonal instability, weaknesses, developing agonies and indefinable feelings of dread. It was the most exceedingly awful conceivable situation possible to begin at another school — especially one that advocated auto-pilot educational plans and an outright deficiency of imagination. The main thing 'dynamic' about my new school was that they directed state-administered tests and number two pencils 20 years on top of things — the race to average quality! I don't hate my folks for the move. Employment moves and upticks in pay rates bear the cost of newer challenges. Time jumps and goes on towards new destinations. Apart from all these discomforts and challenges, life is moving to up-to-date challenges of the new-fangled kind.

Lack of opportunities occur due to mediocre society have to be faced. The system is full of flaws from one side but has oppression too. I’ve been an extraordinary student since grade one. This led me the motivation to be number one in all cases. Since I was the eldest of my siblings, my parents wanted me to be a role model for younger ones. They had tension about others too. They had reached this stage after a great struggle too. they compared me with their own childhoods. My parents supported me only morally because they couldn’t find out the way to lower my agony related to financial issues. But my parents had a doubt about it. They wanted me to be a struggler and a warrior of life. They planned to help me design new dreams and improvement was on my own totally.

When I was more youthful, I generally needed numerous things. The greatest three things that I thought I needed were a power wheel, a remote-controlled car, and a playhouse for passing my time at home. At whatever point somebody would ask me what I needed for my birthday; I would request a similar three things. At the point when my birthday would come, I would get all left. I held on to get all of the things that I needed, and if not all, in any event, one of the numerous things that I would inquire for. Each time that I would open the presents, I would find that I didn't get what I would request. I would consistently feel dismal and disillusioned in light of the fact that I didn't get the power wheel, the remote-controlled car, or the playhouse of plastic blocks. My inspiration was Bob the Builder. My mother who was a working woman to help father's meeting ends understood that I continued requesting a similar three things, without fail somebody would approach me what I needed for my birthday. She would let me know: 'No, that is excessively costly. You will become weary of playing with them, and we don't have enough room in the house. Rather why not write Santa a letter telling him that you need each one of those toys and he would carry them to you.' From then on, I began praying to GOD, requesting that he present to me my capacity wheel, my lunch box, RC car in addition to my playhouse. At long last, when I was in the fifth grade, I understood that I was not going to get the three things that I needed, which made me feel tragic. I understood that I could never get a power steering wheel or a playhouse. At that point one day I returned home from school and there it was outside in the back of my home: The playhouse that I had been requesting. My younger brothers have made it on their own. That was the greatest day ever. These are things of happiness framed as moments of joy.

Later on, time passed, and it was now the last day of the school year and I got cleared but with a highly distinguished score. I got admission to a college for my further educations. This was a benchmark. Things changed, time changed, we enthused on, situations got much better. My two years of college year passed away very fast since I spent all of my time in studies like a book worm. This all was to achieve admission to an engineering university so that I could relax my parents financially. Later on, I got success as my hard work and luck paid off. From here, things got easier but still, a lot more was there to work, I worked part-time to support my family. My degree was not a piece of cake on a plate. I was now open to a whole new world of fresh graduates waiting for a job to polish some skills, by hard work and positive thinking I, at last, got a respectful job in a good company. Finally, I would like to say, life is the name of struggle at every step every phase with new challenges having new tastes. There were many conflicts involved until my journey lasted now, I just need more hard work and motivation for my future life. Then maybe one day I’ll be able to say my life is complete and my parents are finally relaxed.