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<p>A Secret Hidden</p>
<p>Secrets are the looking glasses through which we can see the inner depths of ones soul. They are the prisoners of the mind, forever lurking furtively in the catacombs of the past. They are a potential hindrance; a brooding gloom over ones present and future. If extricated, they can cause discordance and destruction. Like you, I too have a secret.
Since my childhood, I have held a secret. Only my closest friends know of this secret, for others could not comprehend my internal burden. My secret is that I had two mothers. These juxtaposing entities arose from the fact that my mother had manic depression and schizophrenia. The average person can not fathom what it is like to be raised by a parent who has two opposing personalities. It was like tossing a coin; I never knew which half of the enigma that I would receive.
One version of my mother was nurturing and pleasant. This was the mother who taught me how to read. Cat in the Hat became an omnipresent figure in the household. She was the mother who taught me how to tie my shoes. Gently holding my hands, she taught me a skill that I would use for the rest of my life. She was in constant happiness; she always embraced my siblings and me with a joyous disposition. She laid the stepping stones on which my foundation was built. She was my structural support.
My mothers second personality was not as nurturing. This was her doppelganger, a distorted reflection of her true nature. She became a stranger. I no longer recognized her by the sparkle in her eyes. She became darker and more distant. This version was irate and volatile. This was the mother who offered me bleach when I asked for orange juice. She became paranoid and would take my siblings and me to walk the streets of Philadelphia in the darkest of night. My childhood was unpredictable; I never knew where the distant stranger would take me. I never fully grew accustomed to these rituals. I held on to the belief that this was temporary, that I would regain the mother that I loved the most. It was not until my mothers suicide attempt that I finally realized that this would not be transient, but an integral aspect of my existence. The day my mother tried to commit suicide was the day I lost a part of my soul. I still can imagine a half empty bottle of pills when I close my eyes.
This secret has molded me into the person I am today. It has given me a strength that many do not acquire until their adulthood. It has given me an optimism that lets me see past the mist and the fog. Greatest of all, these experiences have given me the ability to take advantage of life as it comes. One never knows what can be lost by tomorrow. This is why I have written this essay. I want to take advantage of an opportunity that may cease to exist by tomorrows dawn. </p>
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<p>Lifelong Transition</p>
<p>Changing and shifting like a grain of sand that is never stagnant, but forever moving. New and different like a refugee traveling to another land, not quite a chameleon for he stands out, but one that is accustomed to change. Soaring and drifting in constant inconsistency like a lost balloon above the mundane plain. I am that grain of sand; I am that refugee; I am that soaring balloon. I am the product of change.
Even from a young age I have been capable of adapting to different environments. I have been in constant transition. I have lived in six different cities and three different time zones. My family and I have moved across state lines a total of five times. I have recently been enrolled into my third high school. The magnitude of change I have encountered has made me a formidable adversary to any bad situation. I change what many would consider undesirable to something that could enhance my life.
After I moved to New Jersey from Indiana, I turned the experience into a learning opportunity. This was the turning point in my life when I realized that diversity is a significant component of a well-rounded life experience. I became a sponge, absorbing all things international. I associated myself with friends of all different nationalities. I had friends from Jamaica who spoke Patois, and friends from Peru who spoke Spanish. I even had friends from Southeast Asia (who taught me how to play cricket, one of the most exciting sports I have ever played) that spoke Urdu.
I also became open to different beliefs and customs. I began to discover that every nation had its own distinction. What is peculiar to me may be normal to someone else, and vice versa. For example, a common practice in Peru is to eat guinea pig. This is not considered normal by most of the people living in this nation. In the United States, guinea pigs are pets, not a tasty midnight snack. My philosophy in life is to try different things. If I were to visit the city of Cusco and someone offered me a piece of guinea pig, I would eat it. I am not afraid to step outside my comfort zone.
Many of my friends also have varied religious beliefs. I do not feel that a potentially lifelong friendship should be hindered by personal beliefs. I am a Christian, and a few of my friends are Muslim. I also have Jewish friends. We do not choose to argue over whether Jesus was the messiah or not, and we certainly do not dismiss each others religious texts. My friends and I are proof that, with just a little understanding, people of different religions can get along. I still have these friends until this day, and they are excellent cricket players.
Although I do want consistency at some point of my life, that will be in the distant future. College is an open window for me to figure out who I am, and who I want to become. It is the path through which I will learn how I react to difficult challenges. I plan to take advantage of this. But for now, I am changing and shifting like a grain of sand that is never stagnant, but forever moving.</p>