Personal Narrative Essay: The Journey To Golf

I believe in a small tract of land in Augusta, Georgia exist a vortex to the Heavens. The vortex consists of azaleas, tightly mowed southern grass enclosed by century old pines and closed off to the world except for the select few. There is not a set way for one to gain ability to reside here, instead one has to set their own path. People aspire to make it, however without a template the challenge rises in difficulty. Every April the world gets a glimpse of the safehaven. The time is short lived and only proves how impossible the feat potentially could be.

The players attacking the National course exemplify the way golf should be played. Viewers sit astonished at the the ability of the pros to drive the ball. Following the rounds late at the viewers homes they make their daily trek to their local club to do what they had
The pros teeing it up April 6-9 may seem to have the life: the girl, the swing, and the money, however the only true thing that matters may be the understanding they have of themself and their own potential. Therefore when the viewer watches the pros blistering 320 yard bombs down tight mowed fairways late in Sunday just appreciate their meaning and let it coincide with yours. I used to be confused in the way God worker and how he knew your purpose before you did yourself, but now I know...I understand my potential and have accepted it. In the end when somebody turns the TV on in the beginning of April and flip right past the Master broadcast or drive right past Magnolia lane in Augusta, Ga that is fine. I understand that everyone has different love and passion. I believe in the brilliance and unimaginable force of God and the diversity of people and their beliefs is a small intricate brilliance of god that allows people to have Heaven like emotions on Earth, but the diversity also prevents Heaven on Earth for too