My Life :: Essays Papers

My LifeSome people may be writing this essay not so much about themselves, but about the things that they do or the activities they enjoy. Ex. I listen to this band The Obnoxious Yellers, they are so great they yell and scream and its great music, I went to their concert the other solar day too it was so fun we got cotton candy and crown surfed and everything. This is not an essay about the writer, it is about some one else, and somewhere else. I intend on informing whoever is going to read this piece of who I am, why I am, what I am, and what I intend to become.I was born in Brooklyn, NY. I lived in that location for 2 years before moving to Greenwich, CT. Until now I never really thought much of the town, for I never really had a glance of any other aspect of backup. Then through my adolescence, which technically I am still in, I traveled, for vacation and just for plain curiosity. I took the get up to Philadelphia when I was 13 just to see what it was like, and returned later that day with a more enlightened state of mind. I have done the same for umteen towns through the years, and come to appreciate the surrounding that I live in now. It came to me when reading TIME magazine, I came upon an article that in on sentence compared one of the poorest living areas in the U.S., to one of the wealthiest ones. Compton Vs. Greenwich. After just seeing those two words together like that meant something, the writer was viewing Greenwich as top living conditions, and Im here. Weird. I like to go out at night, I like to go to parties, I like to have parties, I do not like a night without a party. This summer I worked on the weekends at 630 in the morning which meant that the normal individual would have to wake up pretty darn early, not me I would just find the party that was going to go on the longest and curb there all night until work. Typical amount of sleep from Friday to Sunday was 4 hours. Thats what I like to do, well at least later I figured out the me aning of life and decided not to hold anything back. Life was meant to be lived, we were not put here to work, or do anything for that matter.