Journey Of Thought Essay

Journey Of Thought Essay

Life Goes On
Journey of thought Essay
I believe that life goes on.
When I was six years old, my life was about playing with Barbies, finding out what the word kindergarten meant and bugging my sister. But in October my best friend moved away. She moved all the way to Florida, so we couldn’t play anymore. I felt the cold phone against my ear and for the first time I experienced the bitter taste of loneliness. I thought I would never make a new friend and that I was going to have to play all by myself.   Did I? No, life went on. I made a new best friend; I wasn’t lonely, and I even talked to my old best friend on the phone sometimes.
When I was ten my life was kicking the ball, hearing the shouts of encouragement, smelling the sweet wet grass under my cleats. Tasting the delicious victory as the winning goal flew into the net. But in December my mother announced that she was pregnant. Again. We already had four children in the family and we were all settled into our own little lives but we had to move anyway, to a bigger house in a bigger state. I thought my life was over! I was leaving my friends, my school, my teammates. I thought I was going to hate the new baby for ruining my life, but I didn’t. I loved him. I made new friends, went to a new school, and even joined a new soccer team. Life went on.
When I was thirteen my grandfather died. Nobody expected it because he was as healthy as a hippo but we were all really sad, especially my grandmother; it tore her apart. A few months later, my grandmother told me that she she had felt like her life had ended too. All she did was cry, it seemed like her cheeks were always moist and there was always a tissue in her hand. She wouldn’t eat and she couldn’t sleep. It seemed like she was withering away. Gradually though, with the help of the family, she began eating again, and the deep purple bags under her eyes began receding...life went on.
Now I am working on my schoolwork, planing out my future, but...