The Importance Of Body, Mind, And Soul

These past eight years could only be described as a marvelous journey filled with unexpected experiences and rewarding life lessons. More so, my life is not even remotely similar to the way I had imagined it in the beginning of summer of 2008, my high school’s graduation.

Now I comprehend that it is the intangible, abstract, and organic aspect of life, and to be more precise, religion and faith, one of the most important components of a human’s existence.

In the past eight years, I anxiously spent many hours, days and months looking for answers to questions like what I wanted to do with my life or what was my purpose, and I agonized over the lingering doubt of whether I could really achieve my dream.

I searched for answers in the wrong

At this time, I understand that it is the balance of three simple elements what fuels my motivation to work toward my passion and what provides me with the calmness and mental clarity to focus and keep going on my unique journey of accomplishing my life’s purpose. These three elements are called Body, Mind, and Soul.

Body means to nourish, exercise and respect the same and of others, and mind, means to get the necessary rest, stimuli and education my mind deserves.

My Soul is my faith, religion, and conservation of hope.

At first, similar to one of the prisoners of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, I was distracted by the mere shadows in the wall, in which society and culture had drawn before me. These shadows represented the pressure of my parents, friends, and society 's expectations of the person they thought "I should be."

But after escaping the Cave, therefore graduating high school and starting the University, although at first I was painfully blinded by the intense sunlight (the effect of spending many years in the darkness of the cave while being pressured by society and my culture’s expectations) I started

This was the year that I heard my own voice for the first time, which I took my first philosophy class, when I had my first job, and that I did my first batch of laundry; in which, I ruined all my socks, of course.

Like any other freshman college student away from home, I felt invincible, I felt free, and I missed home terribly. I was not used to being just a grain of salt in the infinite ocean of students, I did not have a clue on how to manage my time, and I was having trouble communicating with other students and professors.

I speak fluent Spanish and English. Furthermore, since I was in first grade of elementary school my school required for us to take two English classes per grade up to 12th grade.

Nevertheless, I still felt nervous talking in front of class, and I felt that my identity had ran away from me leaving me just a moving, breathing, and a seamless creature in front of the mirror. and so my journey began.

In these past eight years similar to Plato’s fugitive prisoner, I have been discovering the outside