Starting from my late freshman to the middle of sophomore year, I was enduring through a prodigiously difficult time. I was burnt out emotionally, intellectually, and physically. Psychologically, I was not in a strong place. At home, I was constantly in a rut, without being able to see past my hardships and I lost some of the passions I developed. This stemmed from the stress of moving from Canada to the US during late 8th grade, my grandfather’s death, moving again to a different city for certain circumstances and more. My friends were drifting, and I did not have anything to lean on. I looked happy, superficially, but those around me could see that I was not happy. Academically, I was not struggling too much, but emotionally, I was conflicted. Having similar problems in the past, my mother wanted to try and help me. With all my extracurricular and pressure to succeed, I still found time to read Hector and the Search for Happiness. I read chapters from time to time, and found them enlightening. It was not a guide to happiness, but it prompted me to reevaluate my life and where I was going. Lots of the small lessons actually helped me realize that there were small things I could do to help me. I did not have to feel so small and lonely, because that was how I felt in a crowded room. After seeing that there was more to life than constant supremacy, a six-figure salary, and friends to keep you popular, I was happier. I found people who cared, I went past the struggles of my freshman and sophomore year, and I was happy. The book carried me through a difficult time, and during junior year, I was able to succeed more. I now carry multiple leadership positions, I found subjects I enjoy, and I am a happier person than I used to be. With this, I know I can do great things in life because I believe that is what I was meant to
Starting from my late freshman to the middle of sophomore year, I was enduring through a prodigiously difficult time. I was burnt out emotionally, intellectually, and physically. Psychologically, I was not in a strong place. At home, I was constantly in a rut, without being able to see past my hardships and I lost some of the passions I developed. This stemmed from the stress of moving from Canada to the US during late 8th grade, my grandfather’s death, moving again to a different city for certain circumstances and more. My friends were drifting, and I did not have anything to lean on. I looked happy, superficially, but those around me could see that I was not happy. Academically, I was not struggling too much, but emotionally, I was conflicted. Having similar problems in the past, my mother wanted to try and help me. With all my extracurricular and pressure to succeed, I still found time to read Hector and the Search for Happiness. I read chapters from time to time, and found them enlightening. It was not a guide to happiness, but it prompted me to reevaluate my life and where I was going. Lots of the small lessons actually helped me realize that there were small things I could do to help me. I did not have to feel so small and lonely, because that was how I felt in a crowded room. After seeing that there was more to life than constant supremacy, a six-figure salary, and friends to keep you popular, I was happier. I found people who cared, I went past the struggles of my freshman and sophomore year, and I was happy. The book carried me through a difficult time, and during junior year, I was able to succeed more. I now carry multiple leadership positions, I found subjects I enjoy, and I am a happier person than I used to be. With this, I know I can do great things in life because I believe that is what I was meant to