Personal Narrative- Living a Life of Humility
For the only thing we have to shame is shame itself. Perhaps the name of Amy Tan’s mother will never be remembered like that of FDR, but the truth behind her words rings just as loud. To be different is an aspect of human nature that we are to be proud of, regardless of whether it’s socially hip or socially degrading. To be proud of something is to consider it worthy of honor, and that’s precisely what we must do- honor our individuality by becoming who we really are.
The human necessity that is defining one’s self is simply the recognition and rejection of the masks placed upon one by the standards of this world. In its essence, to define is to refine. Just as a jeweler refines a precious stone, so I have refined the heart and soul of who I am. Yet, I cannot admit to accomplishing this feat alone. I don’t believe that human beings encompass the capacity to distinguish and discern ourselves without the help of outside influences. We genuinely learn in the midst of experiences. While some call it the hard way, I consider it the only way. And no piece of experience is deeper or more valuable than the transfusion of ideas, feelings, and emotions between two people.
September 13, 2003- I kissed my current girlfriend for the first time. Do I love her? Yes. Is it because I get to hug, kiss, and hold hands with her? Absolutely not. What does she have to do with who I am? Absolutely nothing. No, I’m kidding. But in all seriousness, the two of us have a very deep friendship, and I love her because I think she’s the greatest girl God created. The fact of the matter is that learning this “L-word” played a major part in becoming proud of who I am. You see, in time, I had learned to love my girlfriend. This love wasn’t a reflection of how good I thought she looked or how fast my heart raced (which is really just hormones people). It meant that I truly appreciated and cared for her with every ounce of my body. Does that mean that our relationship became perfect and faultless? Absolutely not. Nevertheless, my love for her led to a love even greater- my love for the Lord.
Christians today often hear the phrases “God loves you” and “relationship with God” without completing the triangle- loving Him back. Well, I did. I saw that God was more glorious, more generous, and more merciful than any girl could ever be, so I began an honest and intimate relationship with my perfect and heavenly father. After that, logic took over. I loved God, and God definitely loved me. Therefore, I could now love myself. Furthermore, I loved God, and God loved others. Therefore, I could now love others! The result was a whole new person. Those once considered strangers to me were now opportunities. Just as Orwell’s perspective on life changed from dark to light when he witnessed the prisoner side-stepping a puddle, so I have witnessed an unraveling of gratification. There was no room for shame in this new way of living. How...