Pavement Ends

College Essay Two: Yale Supplement

I'm not a fan of this one. But, oh well.

    It had been a long couple of weeks. I was faced with AP classes, work, college applications, band competitions, chorus concerts, and a plethora of extracurricular activities. The pressuring was building and I began to wonder if I could handle any more. Then, my friends suggested a trip four wheeling in the mountains. My schedule wouldn’t allow for this trip, but I knew it was necessary. I needed to live again.

    The next morning we embarked on our journey armed with tennis shoes and water; our trip would involve more than just driving. We started the ascent with our music loud and our spirits high; we all needed the break. Just as we neared the base of the mountain, the vehicle stopped. Everyone laughed at the redundancy of the sign reading “Pavement Ends” where the road turned to dirt. I smiled, content as the sun warmed my skin and the laughter of loved ones filled my ears.

    The world grew larger as we climbed higher, shrinking us in its majesty. Our entire world was illuminated by emerald light as the sun shined through the canopy above us. Our world is beautiful. We traveled slowly, taking pictures and appreciating the beauty of nature. Glimpses of animals delighted us as we stopped to photograph things.

    We finally reached our destination, abandoning our vehicle to hike to the peak. The journey was long, and air was scarce, but we persevered. When we crested the hill, we all turned to see the climb we had just made; instead, our attention was stolen by the view beyond the hill. The sun was just beginning to set behind the mountains, setting fire to the sky. I lost my breath, exhilarated by the sight before me. I was reminded of just how magnificent and enormous the world is.

    On that day, I was reminded of how insignificant some things are in relation to everything else in the world. The sheer size and beauty of the Earth reminded me to never take life for granted and to always live life to the fullest. A life simply walked through is meaningless; that is only existing, being a walking ghost. Instead, I plan on being as alive as possible even though “to live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” (Oscar Wilde)

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