Tragedy Makes Us Grow
What defines youth? Youth is being naive and innocence. Being both blind and def to the cruel world around us. What is growing up? Growing as a person requires a great trauma, a shock to the system. Why change if that part of you can’t hurt you? So every time we experience something it changes us. Every little thing that happens to us changes us. Eventually the person or people, we used to be slips away and we become someone new.
The girl in this photo is me, but at the same time she is someone completely different. She shares my name, by birthday, my facial features, and all legal documents imply we are one and the same. But her parents, her brother, grandparents, aunts, …show more content…
He has become her friend. He’s studding to be a nurse while working at Dutch Bro’s. He has got himself a few tattoos. Not ugly or huge ones, but unnecessary one’s. He is finally comfortable with himself, not afraid to be whom he wants to be. Far cry from the boy she once knew. I would like to meet the people in this photo as I am now. I wish part of them was still in my own parents. I wish I could go back and tell them to live a little more. I feel like they wasted their youth on me and my brother. I must admit, I don’t care for the mean little boy sitting next to me in this picture. I’m kind of glad he’s in the past. Together we have changed, but for our own reasons.
I’ve been affected by many things, large and small. I’ve known loss, embarrassment, ambition, and many other things that have led to who I am now. I look at the toddler in this picture and it hurts to think about what she’s going to have to go thru. She will learn the awful, gut wrenching pain of loss. I now know what it feels like to lose peace’s of myself. But most importantly I know how it feels to lose people I love. She’ll know that feeling too. I’ve lost an uncle. Which hurts enough on its own, but what really hurts is having to watch his three young sons experience it. The youngest can’t even remember him. One of the worst things about what happened was because of his wife. Due to a dispute with his wife and my grandmother we all lost time with his children. And I lost much respect for the woman I once called
What defines youth? Youth is being naive and innocence. Being both blind and def to the cruel world around us. What is growing up? Growing as a person requires a great trauma, a shock to the system. Why change if that part of you can’t hurt you? So every time we experience something it changes us. Every little thing that happens to us changes us. Eventually the person or people, we used to be slips away and we become someone new.
The girl in this photo is me, but at the same time she is someone completely different. She shares my name, by birthday, my facial features, and all legal documents imply we are one and the same. But her parents, her brother, grandparents, aunts, …show more content…
He has become her friend. He’s studding to be a nurse while working at Dutch Bro’s. He has got himself a few tattoos. Not ugly or huge ones, but unnecessary one’s. He is finally comfortable with himself, not afraid to be whom he wants to be. Far cry from the boy she once knew. I would like to meet the people in this photo as I am now. I wish part of them was still in my own parents. I wish I could go back and tell them to live a little more. I feel like they wasted their youth on me and my brother. I must admit, I don’t care for the mean little boy sitting next to me in this picture. I’m kind of glad he’s in the past. Together we have changed, but for our own reasons.
I’ve been affected by many things, large and small. I’ve known loss, embarrassment, ambition, and many other things that have led to who I am now. I look at the toddler in this picture and it hurts to think about what she’s going to have to go thru. She will learn the awful, gut wrenching pain of loss. I now know what it feels like to lose peace’s of myself. But most importantly I know how it feels to lose people I love. She’ll know that feeling too. I’ve lost an uncle. Which hurts enough on its own, but what really hurts is having to watch his three young sons experience it. The youngest can’t even remember him. One of the worst things about what happened was because of his wife. Due to a dispute with his wife and my grandmother we all lost time with his children. And I lost much respect for the woman I once called