" Eventually, everything goes away."
Always appreciate what you have when it is still their. Things come and go unexpectedly, and this departure is out of our control. In life, all must come to an end at one time or another. Be thankful for the things you have now before they are gone.
Life is a circle. Things are born, live, and eventually die. Unfortunately, my Great Uncle passed away last week. Although I did not see him very often, I heard many stories of the type of man he was. At his funeral, I heard more stories, and I was able to better understand exactly who my Great Uncle was. I learned that he was a smart, kind, loving man, who always put others before himself. He died at 82 years of age, but lived a fulfilling, rewarding life.
Just last month, Passover was celebrated in the Jewish religion. Every year, my mom's family has a large seder, where generations of cousins gather together to celebrate this holiday. The seder is always fun, and I get to see lots of my first and second cousins. I always got to see Uncle Noel. This year was different. I had a significant amount of homework, and I had a lacrosse practice. It was decided that I would not be able to go to the seder. My siblings also had conflicts, and my entire family decided that we would not be able to go. We never thought twice about this decision, except for my mom. She told us that her uncles were getting older, and that she wanted to see them and the rest of her family. After talking through it again, the choice remained the same. We ended up not going; which all of us felt a little guilty about.
When I heard the news of my great uncle's stroke, I was terrified, and felt extremely sad. From early on in his hours in the hospital, the doctors knew the stroke was a bad one, and were very sceptical of his life. I tried to remain on the optimistic side, but after my mom visited him in the hospital and updated me on his conditions, I knew he was not going to live.
Noel died a week later, and his funeral was held this past Monday.
I wish I could have gone back, and changed my family's decision about not going to the passover seder; however, the past is the past. What I know now is to appreciate what you have, and always tell your loved ones how much you love them.
In the blink of an eye, someone can be gone.
"What we call the beginning is often the end.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from."
It is human nature to be lazy. In life, everyone will be faced with many tasks. When given those tasks, we are expected to complete them. Of course, these tasks can seem harsh or boring. Although against your will, once you begin a task, the goal will seem less out of reach.
The project started two months ago, the task; creating an epic poem consisting of ten books. When it was first assigned, I had a head injury, and was not expecting to do this project. With some rest, my head recovered quickly, and I decided to give this project a try. I started after most people, but I found this misfortune was not an excuse for me to blow off work that my fellow classmates were doing. Over the next couple of weeks, I worked on the project in bits and pieces. After the first three weeks, I was only a book into my epic poem. At this point, I knew I was slowly falling behind in the race to finish this project. I remained calm, and always told myself I would be able to find more time to work on it; however, this was not the case, and only later would I look in the mirror and see that I needed help.
Two weeks later, in early April, I had only completed the second book in my epic poem. By now, most of my classmates were wrapping up their Epic Poem projects, and turning them in. Although I felt nervous knowing I was not finished, I kept telling myself I was going to get it done. In the upcoming month, whenever there was a time I thought that I should work on the epic poem, there was another thought saying I would be able to do it later.
Here I am now, writing this reflection. I have been working hard this week to make progress on my Epic Poem because it is due later this week. The upsetting part is that I am only finished with the third book. Even if I was to work for hours a day on the poem, I would not meet the project deadline. For all those times I told myself not to worry, I feel ashamed of myself. For all the times I put this project aside; saying I would get to it later, I regret lying to myself. If only I had known earlier that none of this would have happened if I had put in ten minutes per day to work on this project, just ten minutes!
Although the final result of this experience is negative, I believe I have gained more than I have lost. This experience of mine will surely change me for the better. For all of you who have read this, especially students, listen to these words:
Assignments or projects can make you feel uneasy, but I promise you, if you accept the challenge, and put in small amounts of work each day, it will benefit you in the future.
For me, I learned this lesson a little too late, but it will surely help me for next time.