Personal Narrative: My Search For Meaning

The world is inherently a harsh place. By the age of four, I was well aware of many of the evils that pervade the Earth. In Colombia, I saw children sleeping on the streets, guerillas killing civilians without any hesitation, and animals being treated like mere objects. Having lived in a country where I observed more suffering, violence, and poverty than peace, security, and happiness, led me to believe that the cruelty I witnessed could not be altered. At the time, I wondered how a child like me could significantly impact the world around me. I found myself bringing home more than a few sick animals and giving my school lunch to the less fortunate on more than a couple of occasions. Still, I felt frustrated because despite my efforts I could
I have acquired a mentality that is aware of the fact that life requires struggle. But I am also aware that struggle can be overcome. Life is not perfect. However, imperfection does not demand that I sit back and watch evil take its course. I believe that I, along with every other individual, have the power to make a difference. I also understand that the difference an individual makes does not have to be massive in order to hold value. If I can make a difference in the life of one individual, I believe any challenges that I may encounter to be
My memories of the days when I saw people walk past children and animals in great distress, without giving them a second look, serve as a constant reminder of my role to help those in need. I know that much like the world we live in, the law is not perfect, but I also know that law has the remarkable ability to make the world less of a harsh place. It is in the field of law where I see the same improvement that had once been a figment of my imagination being made into a reality. The possibility of being part of a justice system that strives for social and environmental improvement reminds me of the world I had initially hoped to be a part of as a