What causes me to care so much? My grades, my relationships, and the people around me, why have I been wired to care? There is a part of me that wishes I didn’t; my life may be easier if I didn’t spend my days in the eye of what others think, but part of me knows I should. I have learned to love every piece of me that I have ever criticized. I used to think my nose was too wide or too short; then I realized it was a part of me my mom left for me to pass down. I don’t show judgment to myself because my body and soul are a part of everyone I have ever known.
Everywhere I go the echo of my laugh travels behind me, causing an infectious smile to protrude on many faces. Many have left my life because my laughter is too loud, or I giggle through tough situations. I let my echo go silent like an empty cave causing my infectious smile to become stagnant. I realized my laughter is here to bring joy to those who need it, just like my dad does to me. I have gone through many tough situations that I am not ready to talk about yet. The one thing I know that will always keep me going is my cachinnation which joys everyone around me.
My taste in music comes from my sister; the accumulation of my playlist is bits and pieces of my sister and I’s bond. I would love to say that me and my sister are different, but a part of us is the same. I find myself listening to the genres she is into at that time, as it is like our emotions match up in particular moments. Now that my sister is away, I know that when she is sad, a part of me will feel it too.
I like to think that everything I see, a part of my grandma does too. I feel alone in my close-knit family, the way I look at everything is from a different perspective. A thought that always crossed my mind is why the ring around my pupil sits astray from the coffee-colored circle around my parents and siblings. I now realize this special part of me is identical to the exceptional woman I have in my life, making this trait even more remarkable.
Many more parts of me come from the ones around me, but it is the most important ones that I remember. I care so much because I know that I am a puzzle to everyone who has ever made a mark in my life. I am glad I care.
