What Was The Point Of Living? Essay

935 Words Sep 12th, 2016 4 Pages
When I was five, I always wondered what was the point of living. There has to be some type of reasoning for me being here. I believe in destiny, the type of destiny where everything happens for a reason. It might not be a big reason or I might not leave earth with a big impact like Thomas Edison did when he created the light bulb. But I believe that all my actions have a reasoning for them. I may not know all the reasoning and they may not be all good, but that’s what makes life so interesting. To where there’s an action there always a reaction. I believed in destiny when I was I five years old when I was laying on my couch and I was thinking about everything that has happened to me up to that point. Granted I was only five, but if you really thought about all the choices you made or someone’s made that affected you, it was those reasons that put me where I was. When I moved to North Carolina, I was only nine. I was nervous going to school and meeting new people. My nervousness quickly went away since I’ve been to 7 different schools since third grade. Every time I moved, I always wondered why. Why was I moving again and why couldn’t I just stay in one place and go to one school like everyone else I knew. I realized while moving I’ve met so many different people and made friends that I would have never met if I didn’t move. I met my best friend at one of my new schools. He’s the type of friend that makes you wonder how you lasted all these year without him by your side. I…

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