Example Of Essay On A Strength I Did Not Know I Had

There is a common piece of theoretical knowledge existing in the back side of our minds, concerning life’s mysterious and adventurous route, which could be paraphrased in the following words ‘ Life has much more imagination than we could ever imagine’. The truth lying in this phrase applies to many events which may be of nice or not, surprise. It is a truth characterizing all these moments in life which you could never suspect as possible to happen. Yet, they do happen and regardless of their good or bad nature, they all manage to contribute to what we have come to regard as life’s experience. The aim of this essay is to describe an event which revealed to me an ability I didn’t know I had, till life itself taught me just the opposite.
I have always been considered a person not standing any pressure, enjoying doing things at his own pace. No matter how strong my wishes may be, I have never had the strength to push myself to the edge, in the name of any goal. But it was last summer when things proved otherwise. Having just finished breakfast, the usual check of my e-mails was in order. And there it was. An e-mail came to rock the boat of my existence. To be precise, it was not a plain e-mail. It was a reminder of a deadline expiring. How I had forgotten I could not understand. But I had, and the deadline was about to expire within the following 3 hours. My eyes wide – open could not believe the letters on the screen. ‘Dear member, we are sorry to remind you that your participation cannot be confirmed unless you submit your story. There are 3 hours and fourteen minutes left ’.
The message was about my subscribing to an online contest concerning storytelling. The prize for the winner would be a summer course, all cost included, in South France, specializing in storytelling with famous storytellers all over a world. My first step of subscribing for the competition and my having been accepted – since I had been found to meet the necessary criteria – had taken place. But the last step – which was to write an original story – had been long forgotten. And the deadline was there, threatening me to miss any chance of making my dream come true. Having been trapped in a maze of thoughts, trying to find inspiration on what I could write, I had totally lost track of time. But time was there, running ruthlessly, depriving me of giving myself the chance to go for what I had so deeply wanted. I could feel my heart beats kicking the walls of the kitchen and everything seemed to drown in the tempest of my disappointment. The kitchen clock was ticking so loudly and no voice of mine could be heard. Only a whisper talking incessantly to my mind ‘It’s now or never. Think, think and write or you are lost’.
My fingers moved hesitantly onto the keypad and without controlling them, they started writing. Everything went blank and there was only one idea sitting in front of me, sharing my cup of coffee and giving me the most encouraging smile I have ever been given.
When the phone rang, I had just come back from my trip to the magic land of fairy tales. The story had been written in no time and submitted. My friend’s question on the phone stayed unanswered. Instead, he was addressed with a new one: ‘Really, have you ever wondered how much we do know ourselves?’ My ability to beat time and act quickly when needed gave me a whole new perspective. There is one thing I now know for sure. The puzzle of our personality and character never stops being formed, changing in shape, color, or even images. And this is not necessarily bad. On the contrary, it may prove to be really beneficial.