I believe that an event in my life that would make a good poem, or story, would be the time that I up and moved everything I owned from Maryland to Georgia. Not knowing a single soul in Georgia and leaving everything I knew behind me, including my family and friends. The hardest part has been being 12 hours away from my family, who I was always fortunate enough to be close with. I saw my family as often as I could and now with a 12 hour drive separating us that has been the hardest thing to cope with. I know people move all the time, but I also at the time was only 21 years old. There's not many people that I personally have come across that have made that decision. I am glad I did it and that is the reason I have stayed, I have met so many wonderful people and have met the love of my life. What more could I ask for?! :)
Mythology is in our everyday lives, the entire story of our own lives is our myth. That doesn't necessarily mean that myths pertain to the literal part of our lives, but more so in how we experience events, such as our emotional reactions, and perceptions. Every time someone has asked me "what happened?", I construct a story in response around the event that has taken place, all of my memories are stories, that can be told to not only portray an event but to find meaning in what happened. I also have "heroes" in my life, my dad being the biggest one. I've always looked up to him and I am so thankful for everything he does and continues to do for me every single day. He instilled in my many things that have stayed with me, he passed on his own mythological elements in my upbringing. As mentioned in previous blog post, I moved down to GA from MD, and that was a huge part in writing my own story, my own myth, and has shaped me even more. That was an emotion...
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