Final Reflection

As I sit in front of my bedroom mirror creating this final piece I look up

and try not to look on the surface of the mirror but dig deeper than my
reflection itself. My final piece will not only be looking back and
acknowledging the change that has taken place in my writing, but I will
be more personal and describe how much the journey of this year has
transformed me into the person who is currently sitting in her room
looking at herself in the mirror and realizing that our reflections can be
deeper than the surface of what the naked eye discerns. Looking back
at the start of this year I felt so nave, even though it has only been 10
months I have bloomed into this flourishing, bright, and colorful flower
that I had never foreseen becoming. This year has come with the
struggle to find myself, yes it was an early quest to conquer but for my
brief time in this world my only goal has been to find who I am. My
passion has always been expressed through art but there is so much
more to art than painting. My problem is like many others; I thought
the definition of art was painting and drawing. It took me 15 years and
10 months to comprehend and analyze that art is not about The Mona
Lisa, its about the deep thoughts that so many people never try to
brew in their brains, its about everything you see around you, people
are art, emotions are art, passion is art. So I will revitalize the
statement that I have always loved to draw, paint, sing, and perform,
but thats not what drives my passion for art, my passion for art is
driven by this deep thought and journey through life to understand
emotions, because thats what art truly is.
Not only has this year allowed for me to embark on a deeper journey to
find out who I am, but also because of this creative spark I have
fabricated myself in my writing. My beginning as a nave writer started
in the 7th grade when I realized that keeping a journal is not stupid
like the stereotypical 5th and 6th graders like to deem it. I have always
had so many emotions that I never knew how to express them and
when I finally started writing a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I
didnt really understand the influence that writing and art had had on
me until this year when I was assessing how my progressive tolerance
for sadness and anger were defining themselves. This year I started to
keep another journal, I wrote everything bad and good that happened
to my as a record because sometimes my brain lacks the capacity to
recollect my daily thoughts. After the start of this journal I noticed my
increase in intensive vocabulary skills and developed cavernous
thoughts. Always, even as a child I have been a very deep thinker, I
question everything and create these stories and fantasies in my mind
to keep myself occupied, and life ever as interesting. You see I am in
constant appreciation of the human mind, I will always long to acquire

knowledge, understanding deep intellectual thoughts fills this void

inside of me and pushes me to augment my writing and thoughts. In
the past 10 months not only have I continued my search for purpose
but I also was able to expand my intellectual capacity, which has
swayed my journalism more than I ever envisioned. I am ecstatic to
understand my place in this vast world.