In my life, so many people have influenced me. To even begin to list every single one would be ridiculous, because influences are occurring at this very second. Every day I am influenced on what to wear (or what not to) by my parents, to be on the internet by my peers, to learn by my teachers, and to hang out by my friends.
Some things have impacted me more than others, and they are definitely not all positive effects. One person kept me from ending my life; another tried to end hers. Somebody told me why I fall in love; another asked “Who would ever fall in love with you?” A good friend told me that I feel with my heart; another “friend” told me I was pathetic. Someone once told me that they loved me, and the same person, months later, said they hated me.
Those are some of the most major influences my life has ever gone through, and they all have one incredibly important thing in common. This essential persuasion is the epitome of every one of my influences. The small, four-letter word: love.
This emotion has been such an enormous part of my life, that I can consider love as a personified being. Love has done so much for so many. She has made very respectable and quiet people into complete idiots. Love has made reserved and shy people the most out-going and open. She has inspired thousands of books throughout time, dating as far back as before Christ into the early Old Testament of the Bible. Love has altered the course of history, just one person at a time. She may not be a person, but she has changed and encouraged me more than anyone could ever could.
For a long time I believed love was very exclusive, only among family and between a man and a woman. I have learned so much from love. She taught me that anyone can be swayed by her towards anyone else, that she is not racist, sexist, homophobic, etcetera. She taught me to be open.
When I went into foster care on June 5th, 2008, I lost everything. I was alone in a place where I knew no one in the middle of nowhere. I had to start a new school and meet new people. Strangely, it was at that point, the dip, that I truly learned love. I learned that I can love my best friends more than I love my own flesh and blood, and that I never really knew what love was until I knew myself.
((This is my first college essay. It took me forever to write. This has been suggested and approved by my amazing UB English teacher, Joe
As an added note that obviously cannot be put in a college essay:
I learned that it was not the person I loved who I missed inconsolably, but love itself. I miss the feeling of being in love -the pure happiness. I cannot wait to find love again. I really, truly miss being happy. Love is still here, but there's a huge hole waiting to be filled. I miss love, not the lover.))
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