“It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward,” Rocky Balboa. Life is embodied by the hardship and struggles we all face that mold us into who we are. Our environments play an integral role in the process of maturation and growth in our character and morals. Being born and raised in impoverished communities instilled the concepts of gratitude and humbleness. Having two Vietnamese immigrants as parents, life was a struggle at first since it was difficult for them to assimilate to such a drastically different environment. ***. However, in spite of all the turmoil and destitution we faced, my family forged their own success and conquered of the burden of poverty. As a result, we were
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Consequently, the earlier years of my life were defined by struggle and turbulence. A period of parental conflict marked a monumental turning point in my life, a point where my concept of self was like a see-saw, teetering back and forth between two polar opposites. We all have demons in our closet - we store our waves of turmoil and contain them in a pond even though they are suited for an ocean. I've hid in this bitter darkness before, I've let it define me. I still remember my mom's prone, invalidated body as she was held down by my dad, arguing over a simple quarrel. My innocent marble eyes were stained by this image - It felt like I was on the verge of a precipice, a millimeter from plummeting into a void of depression. They would constantly quarrel over financial and personal issue, I can still recall the berating echo of the screaming and shouting as it shattered the feeling of security that home was supposed to provide. This was metamorphic, ***. Eventually, our economic struggles led us to Minnesota, a place that didn’t feel like home. Living in a vague unfamiliar run-down neighborhood in Minneapolis, Minnesota with an unstable family forced me to mature at an early age. Watching them relentlessly work to provide for the family had taught me the value of family, that love has no boundaries and it’s a driving force that allows us to persevere through everything. I had detached myself from materialism and learned to appreciate my parents more and cherish the small blessings we receive in
Consequently, the earlier years of my life were defined by struggle and turbulence. A period of parental conflict marked a monumental turning point in my life, a point where my concept of self was like a see-saw, teetering back and forth between two polar opposites. We all have demons in our closet - we store our waves of turmoil and contain them in a pond even though they are suited for an ocean. I've hid in this bitter darkness before, I've let it define me. I still remember my mom's prone, invalidated body as she was held down by my dad, arguing over a simple quarrel. My innocent marble eyes were stained by this image - It felt like I was on the verge of a precipice, a millimeter from plummeting into a void of depression. They would constantly quarrel over financial and personal issue, I can still recall the berating echo of the screaming and shouting as it shattered the feeling of security that home was supposed to provide. This was metamorphic, ***. Eventually, our economic struggles led us to Minnesota, a place that didn’t feel like home. Living in a vague unfamiliar run-down neighborhood in Minneapolis, Minnesota with an unstable family forced me to mature at an early age. Watching them relentlessly work to provide for the family had taught me the value of family, that love has no boundaries and it’s a driving force that allows us to persevere through everything. I had detached myself from materialism and learned to appreciate my parents more and cherish the small blessings we receive in