I wish that in the midst of a second, I could cluster all the memories I have ever made and turn them into a brief amalgamation consisting of all the feelings I have felt in the course of 16 years. Enthusiasm. Nervousness. Jubilance. Anxiety. Unfortunately, I cannot. This is not because of the problem of the need for brevity; it is simply because in my conscious mind, I feel as though I am an umbrella branching into different angles. My thoughts cannot be encompassed in a short few words but perhaps their essence can. In the course of writing this essay about myself, I hope to solidify my idea of what I am. I hope that my perspective of the person I am is rigid enough to make me look in the mirror with my shoulders broad and eyes gleaming with intrepid and unrelenting determination.
I believe that I am constituted of passion and ambition. An insatiable passion that is the driving force of all that I do. An unwitting ambition that is the desire to attain what I want. I am bold, sometimes reckless but there is always collateral damage where there is passion. The collateral damage that I am referring to is the obstacle that has rendered me to be the way I am today. In this essay, I would like to talk about my passion and the damage caused by it.
My passion is the audience and what I deliver to it. Whether it be clutching to the microphone while I try to figure out the cadence of I Will Always Love You as the audience shouts out my name, or speaking in a British accent through my lungs on the brink of the proscenium arch of a theatre stage while I play the character of Maria from Sound of Music, or making a 30 second speech in a moderated caucus at a local MUN about Article 2 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, or even painting the most abstract images my mind projects in variegated colors, like a kaleidoscope of some sort; the passion I feel for each of these examples I have stated is deeply entrenched in my system. Each passing year moulds me. I start from capable to extremely adept because I learn; just as my thirst for passion is unquenchable, so is my thirst for learning and correcting myself to improve. Growing up as an only child, my parents always encouraged me to be best at everything and that is probably the reason why I believe competitiveness leads to success because it is directly linked with passion – it drives you to achieve what you do not have. I sometimes wonder if being passionate about so many things can derail my idea of what I am. Trying to figure out what I love most is where I go wrong, and I would now like to expound upon the collateral damage I spoke of.
The human nature is prone to errors and mistakes – it is fallible. In trying to search for what I love most, I have often found myself entrapped in burden. That is the collateral damage of my passion. Not being able to say no to even one of the things I love doing, I am more than ever distressed by the amount of workload I take upon myself. And as for my ambition, it does not let me rest. It is the constant and undying force that propels to me work harder and better each day. It tires me and it exhausts me. That is the collateral damage caused by my ambition. Keeping aside the burdensome routine that is the inevitable result of trying to manage all that I can at once, it is exhilarating and fleeting because I know it will be gratifying. Because I know that versatility is more important to me than one particular goal. Because I know that I am an umbrella branching into different angles. Because I know that I am constituted of passion and ambition of all things.
don’t post your essay on CC like this, others might steal your essay. Is this for common app prompt 1? My advice: Show, don’t tell.
Hey, no. This isn’t for my Commonapp but for a similar activity. It’s an essay on the topic “Myself”.
I don’t know who else to show this to, or ask to give me critique because my college counsellor kind of sucks…
so if you could please help me out, thanks