Fear is an emotion produced by the brain to avoid a potentially bad situation or it is also anxiety caused by the presence of danger. Fear is caused by a threatening situation. Winston Churchill once said, “ The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.” This famous saying shows that fear affects people as much as they let it affect them. The way I deal with my fears is to try to overcome them or not let them get to me. But it’s not always easy. I'm 16 years old, and I still can't dangle my feet over the edge of the bed in the dark. How pathetic. I know that big hairy hands with strong knuckles will grab my brittle ankles and drag me down to a black hole of terror. Of course, this is never a conscious thought when my foot strays over the edge of the mattress, but an icy chill of fear shoots up my spine, and I quickly jerk my wandering limb back to safety. I know I should have discarded this childhood fear a long time ago, but it's been with me for decades. It's familiar and comfortable. Besides, sometimes I'd just rather deal with monsters under my bed than take on real life. As when you are progressing through life there is no magic left and the real fear is reality maybe what I am trying to do is hold on to this magical fear. Maybe the true fear is that I am losing my childhood, my innocence. Also, since the age of five I have had the fear of been taken. When I was on my holidays I got left on the street in a foreign country and my parents and their friends went across two main roads and only realised I was missing when they were getting a taxi back to the apartment. It was the worst feeling ever. The emotion of been alone and not knowing anyone and not even speaking the same language. Well that sense has spiralled on through to my life even now.Would you believe to this day if I go down to the bathroom in my house which is down the hall and people are in my kitchen, I run back to the kitchen when im finished I get so frightened of...
...Personal Responsibility EssayPersonal responsibility, the idea that one is responsible for the outcomes of their actions and decisions is probably, without a doubt, one of the greatest if not the greatest builders of an individual’s character, morals, and ethics. This is something that we all project both on a conscious as well as subconscious level. Let’s start by looking at a few examples how individuals apply personal responsibility in their lives and the accountability factor that goes along with it. Then I will focus on how personal responsibility applies to college success and my “action plan” to help me become a successful student.
Many individuals desire for good health, but, aren’t willing to make the necessary sacrifices to bring about such desired result. They continue with their old habits without making any type of modifications to things like their diet or incorporating perhaps a plan of action to include some modest exercise. So their lack of change is a direct reflection of their lack of responsibility to take action. Another example is the employee who is constantly late for work. Yes, this individual’s performance is stellar as he/she always exceeds company goals, however, is known to arrive to work late frequently. As they say time is money and the minutes from work this individual misses due to late arrivals could be time spent increasing company profits. Their lack of...
...SCARED OF THE DARK
Have you ever had a fear that makes you so nervous? Are you scared of the dark? Well, I am. I’m so scared of the dark sometimes. I get worried when I’m all alone in the dark. Ever since I was young the night would scared me. When I was younger, I would always make sure to be home before the sun went down. If it was night, I would always be in a well-lit place. If it was quiet and no noise, I felt like spirit is present. My biggest fear is being alone in the dark, because there was these three events that happened to me when I was a kid. It made me so afraid of the dark. For me, not going in to the dark helps me. What if something is actually there waiting for you? Just like the movies, you see all types of monsters. What if something evil was in the dark? But then you chose not to go there. Just being afraid of the dark can help you so, what I’m about to tell you will make you think twice before going or being in a dark room. Three events that happened to me, that made me realize that I’m afraid of the dark were when I saw someone evil in my room, then when I was watching a movie in my cousin’s house, and while I was playing hide and seek with my cousin James.
One of the events that occurred to me that made me hate the dark was when I was about 11 year old. I woke up in the middle of the night. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a strange man standing at the foot of my bed. I couldn’t see his face, he just stood there and...
...‘Fear Constructs our Reality’
“The one permanent emotion of the inferior man is fear - fear of the unknown, the complex, and the inexplicable. What he wants above everything else is safety.” Henry Louis Mencken.
Fear is one of the strongest emotions for every human being; like love or hate it can distort our mind, causing us to not think or act logically in different circumstances.
Fear, like the fear of speaking in public, can effect each individual differently; some of us are able to control this fear and speak confidently and clear to a large group, where others of us freeze and let it take control of our body; confusing our mind to make the situation more difficult than it really is. Fear can be caused because of something that happened to the individual in the past, an accident or event that has left an imprint in the memory that could trigger the same emotion that was felt in the past, to the present situation. Our fears can also be formed from a parent’s or family member’s experience, instilling the same fear to us, which in turn influences the way we see what is happening around us. No matter what an individual’s fear is or how it began, plays a very significant part on controlling their part of life, by confusing the mind..
There are some of us that allow fear to overthrow our mind, causing...
...there are many reasons why I like first person narratives. For one, most of the noteworthy personalessays are written by famous personalessay authors. I think reading a personalessay is like having a deep conversation with someone. I am reminded of the drunken heart to hearts I had in high school with fellow friends out on the ranch. A personalessay is a story filled with feelings, sounds, comparisons, parallel to me, parallel to everyone somehow.
Sitting down at a computer wondering why a personalessay is so popular, thinking about the other essays I have written and read, using that as a setup for a personalessay describing me, don't start at alarm.
It is Monday afternoon, one of the longest days of the week for me. I always plan to do so many things on Sundays it seems, but it also seems I lounge all day or watch reruns of the television show box sets from two years ago. Sundays are hard, they are blinded by hangovers and smelly kitchens filled with empty pots and cans and bottles, forcing me to get takeout and put off responsibility until Monday. Today my alarm went off so early in the morning it took me five whole minutes to actually realize it was not part of a dream. I had an agenda for the day, a few papers, one for creative writing, a personally...
...teacher did not sleep with one of his students, I would not be writing this essay right now. I know what you are probably thinking right now, reader. You are thinking somthing along the lines of, "Another essay about how a horny teacher and how said teachers inability to keep it in his pants turned you on to writing (see what I did there, kids?) Boring!" Before you give up on both this essay and myself, let me assure you that thisessay is both based in truth and unique. While there are a million "teacher unzips pants and in doing so changes a kids opinion of writing" stories out there (or maybe not...I just always assumed that my story was a common one) this story simply must be told because I want you all to know how I became fascinated with writing. So without further adu, let's get this thing started, shall we?
When I was a child, I never enjoyed writing vey much. To be honest, as a kid in elementary school there was nothing I hated more than writing in an academic setting, and who could really blame me? As a kid, while I was busy reading Stephen King novels and Dave Barry columns, I was being asked to write non-creative, boring essays in class. I wanted to write essays and stories that were creative and fun to write, but did I ever get a chance to write such things? Of course not! While I was reading works that I thought were genius and fun, I was literally being asked to write...
...researched many western eastern belief systems, their history, stories, purposes, etc. etc. hopefully finding something that would explain why my grandmother died, what happened to her and why did it have to happen to me now. Nothing was helping if anything it made me angrier and resentful toward these principles god’s or god these people followed. Nothing truly seemed beneficial to mankind and if they were it was impossible to actually fulfill as a human being.
My impatience grew and months and months of studying brought no results. My grandma died and there was no positive showing itself from it. After a while it just seemed as if there was no hope, that crap like this just happens for no reason and no benefit comes from living life with the fear of this God.
Religion throughout history only seemed to result in the demise of man and was a tool of destruction used by those in power.
After a few more weeks passed by I recalled the many times I would see my grandmother writing notes in her bible and notebooks, watching preaching’s on T.V. and always seeming to enjoy her time this way. To me it seemed strange that it brought so much joy to my Grandmother to do these things I wondered if it was because she never found out she was being lied to or that she had seen something I had failed to find.
I continued my studies but this time on Christianity. I had taken the time to study it through the historical aspect and the perspectives of many and had...
I came from a family where education is the utmost priority. Since childhood I was surrounded by books that my parent valued so much. In one of these books I came across the quote by Aristotle "the roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet".
Being a child of Western Ukrainian immigrants I came as a first grader to this country with no knowledge of English. I have learned that the roots of education are truly bitter, as my parents did not make it easy for me. While my parents were mastering their new professions, working at night and taking classes during the day at CSU, I had to establish and educate myself right at the very beginning of my school years. I probably did well because by the end of the 4th grade, that's in two years, I had only “A”s and “B”s in my entire academic subjects and spoke fluent English. The quote by Charles de Gaulle "only by coming to grips with difficulties one can realize his potentials" became the second supporting pillar of my personal philosophy.
Hard work and consistency became the third pillar of my philosophy. If there is such a thing as a gene of "industriousness" I probably inherited it from my mother. This is one thing that really helped me overcome the hardships of being bilingual. Teachers never realized how hard it was for me to follow and comprehend oral and written information just because of a slower process time due to...
I have thought about this for a couple of days and I am still wrapping my head around the idea of putting it on paper. Being forty -five, I have a lot of experiences both good and bad but it is not as easy as I thought to pick just one. I decided to pick one that I have been experiencing every day for the last year and a half. At most this is an abbreviated version of my experience.
I have been unemployed twice since September 2010. The first job I was laid off for eleven months. I had found a job for eight months with a local aviation spares company in November 2011. I will write about the second term of unemployment and hopefully you will understand my frustration because a lot of the experiences during both periods of unemployment are the same.
In June 2012 I left a local company due to a buyout from an aircraft parts distribution company located in Utah. I was asked to stay until the following December and help close our location but with all the stress from the buyout and not being able to tell anybody until we let them go I said I was leaving. I was able to do this on my own terms partly because I am retired military and I receive a pension monthly. Some received some sort of severance package, but not me. I hadn’t been there long enough, so I decided to leave and get a jumpstart on a new career. I guess I consider myself lucky in this aspect knowing that my pension covered my mortgage and...