I Believe In Flying
I believe in flying, the full release of one’s mind, body and soul. In life there are three stages: the break away, the stumble and the fly. During my ten year-old birthday party, it seemed like my mom invited the whole world. When my name was called from the backroom to enter the party, I was frightened. Immediately, I stretched out my hands trying to grab my mom, but I knew she was already waiting in the reception hall. As I sucked back tears, I made my way out as a thundering hand-of applause echoed throughout the room. At that moment, I was able to walk without my mom for a full 40 seconds. I experienced my first break out; I was slowly hatching out of my shell.
A few years later, I started my first job. I told my mom and my sisters to stay in the waiting room as I walked in for my first interview. I strutted through the double doors boldly with my head held up high, it was as if I was stepping off the cliff and I was starting to take off. When my future manger pulled out a pen and writing pad, I lost all confidence and wanted to hide under a blanket. As I was flying towards the sky, I spiraled down until I almost touched land. Before the double doors shut behind me, I stared back at my mom secretly mouthing “help.” Of all imaginable things, she smiled, turned her back on me, and walked away. I was shocked she walked out on me, but even more shocked when I was offered the job and begged to start as soon as possible.
The beginning of senior year rolled by as SATs, financial aid and college choices clouded my head. I usually went to my family for everything I needed, but I wanted to do everything on my own, with the occasional asking of help. For some reason, it was not completely about the results, but the voyage it took to fulfill them. The anger, stress and tears were all a part of growing up mentally. As I opened up the mail one bright afternoon, the first letter I saw was from Penn State. It congratulated me on my acceptance to the Eberly College of Science at Penn State with a scholarship. I was no longer hovering over land, as I soared, laughed, and played through the skies. The fly had begun, no boundaries, no limits, just increase.
Through these special moments of my life, I have experienced and acquired skills that have allowed me to shape my own identity and establish my own goals. I have broken away many times as I have learned new things, and I have and still continue to stumble. Moreover, I dream of the quench-full thirst of flight. Today, as I am getting ready for college, I am once again at the break away stage, but soon, I will fly.