Being a native speaker of an expressive language as Spanish it becomes common to find myself in situations when there are no words in English to express what I truly mean. This is the reason of why I found myself attracted towards the German language, it is descriptive and explicit, with specific words for the most specific situations. There is a word in German that describes the impulsive will to visit a place one had never been. The word is fernweh and it expresses the feeling of missing a place that one has fallen in love with, even though one may have never visited previously. I have been feeling fernweh for over three years towards Germany and its progressive culture that seems to be a hope for our tumultuous word. My fernweh made me
…show more content…
In my mind I would argue with myself, calling myself names and remarking my weakness. It was at this point when I decided that I would fight back as my anger encourage me to do so, I was committed to prove to myself that those who rejected me were wrong. My junior year started, and I stepped into the halls the first day with a renewed hope. A hope that would either carry me to success in my attempts or to understand that I was not who I thought I was. One day, I needed help with an assignment and asked my teacher for tutoring. While I was there a fellow classmate came by and asked me for help. In my mind I consider my work as more important. Greediness consumed my mind as I was about to lie in order to avoid the task of explaining rhetorical strategies to the soul in need in front of me. Then I remembered this time during my time of weakness, those dark days that seem far away but were indeed as close as the previous week, a friend of mine gave me a key part of my philosophy. She explain to me the meaning of love as a general aspect within human beings. She said, with a gentle, compressive and mercious voice, Love is the will to provide more than one is expecting to receive from anybody in this world. She did such a thing to me and from that point I promised myself that caring for others would be the validation of my own success. How could I be satisfied if
In my mind I would argue with myself, calling myself names and remarking my weakness. It was at this point when I decided that I would fight back as my anger encourage me to do so, I was committed to prove to myself that those who rejected me were wrong. My junior year started, and I stepped into the halls the first day with a renewed hope. A hope that would either carry me to success in my attempts or to understand that I was not who I thought I was. One day, I needed help with an assignment and asked my teacher for tutoring. While I was there a fellow classmate came by and asked me for help. In my mind I consider my work as more important. Greediness consumed my mind as I was about to lie in order to avoid the task of explaining rhetorical strategies to the soul in need in front of me. Then I remembered this time during my time of weakness, those dark days that seem far away but were indeed as close as the previous week, a friend of mine gave me a key part of my philosophy. She explain to me the meaning of love as a general aspect within human beings. She said, with a gentle, compressive and mercious voice, Love is the will to provide more than one is expecting to receive from anybody in this world. She did such a thing to me and from that point I promised myself that caring for others would be the validation of my own success. How could I be satisfied if