I was the kid who never quite got over the phase of excessive inquisition of “why” that three year olds have in that cute and annoying way. My dad was the smartest person in the world. I tormented him with questions asking why the sky the was blue or why I had to go to school. I craved the opportunity to stump him, to find the most outrageous, ambiguous question I could think of and watch him respond without hesitation. With this candid mentality, I continue to ask “why” to questions with no answer, to look skeptically at the world and test it, and to be honest in the way I live.
Learning for the sake of learning is valued religiously in my family. The most memorable of family dinners are those with extensive debates that aim to resolve the meaning of life over cold food that has been untouched for hours. I learned to value my voice, and use to contribute my opinion and accept disputes. I was raised with the belief that you can learn at least one thing from every person and experience you encounter.
I watched the playground transform from a set of swings and slides to gravely dungeons surrounded with frozen purple fire, the most dreadful of combinations, as I sailed with my crew over the treacherous sea of wood chips in search of treasure. My mom would feed me new novels hoping to teach me lessons that can only be taught through experience. My lively imagination thrived as I grew up with the novels that became my third parents. Following the stories of people experiencing an infinite amount of circumstances, I became more accepting of situations I faced. It is my mom who taught me to how to be curious and open-minded, to explore new ideas without bias, and to look for a lesson in every situation.
My enthusiastic imagination was put to the test with my parents giving me the freedom to chase naive and fictitious dreams, while still guiding me when I made mistakes. The first hand experience implanted a sense of reality that saw beyond the disconcerting shades of pink heart-shaped sunglasses children are raised with. I learned to take responsibility in order to achieve, to challenge things at a new angle and to be prepared for the unexpected turns life will provide. I became well acquainted with the feeling of failure, and I understand that it goes hand in hand with success.
My love of learning has introduced to my passions of solving problems and understand. The people I meet and the stories I hear open my eyes to the beauty of the world. I aim to fulfill my life with fervor and love. I know that the two go hand in hand and I aim to savor the good in the world and to learn from the bad. I look forward to the volatility of life, to share my experiences and to learn what others have to teach me.
Honestly think it is a bit overwrought with too many metaphors that seem to be there just for the sake of flowery language. Your topic is not all that unique, (most topics aren’t) so you need to make it unique by showcasing yourself. But right now a clear picture of you does not emerge as you have written about vague kind of general events vs things very specific to you.
I don’t understand the reference to novels. You say your mom gives them to you to teach what only experience can teach you, so how did you learn experience from them? And what is a gravely dungeon?
Watch your subject verb agreement - there seem to be some errors there.
Be more specific so you shine thru. Ie; what are you savoring, what problems are you solving, when did you fail? Don’t answer them all but pick something and delve into it to show who you are. Right now it is just too broad