THE EXPERIENCES IN LIFE THAT HELPED ME GROW THE MOST

I came across a question: what experiences in life helped you grow the most? The answer is not a short one.

One must first understand what growth is. Growth is maturity. To grow is to gradually attain wisdom. Simply passing time and becoming older do not necessarily lead to growth. For growth, one must walk on the path that leads to the fulfillment of one’s true purpose in life.

We all have a reason for being in this world, and for being in possession of the resources that God has granted us. These are simply not resources for us to consume and to enjoy but these resources are there for us to use to help spread peace and hope in this world. Our methods may vary, our actions may differ, and our paths may be linear or have twists and turns. But in the end, we must all strive to make this world a better place. And once we start our journey, when we embark on the mission to accomplish peace and harmony, we begin to grow.

Often, the experiences that inflict the greatest pain are the ones that force us to recognize the need for growth. In the haste and hurry of human life, as the clouds of sorrow and uncertainty surround us, we recognize the need for peace. It is through the realization of the limitations in life that we appreciate the possibility of harmony. As our mind makes room for wisdom and our strength pushes us on a path to do what is best for humanity, we start to grow.

In my life, there have been many experiences that helped me recognize the need for action. And for me, action comes in the form of writing.

When I realized that the pen is mightier than the sword, I started to grow. As I chose written words for the expression of thoughts, I continued to grow. When I realized that the words must not only be written, but must also be spoken, I grew even more.

Life is a collection of many experiences–miniscule, big, really big, and giant ones. Regardless of the size and magnitude of an experience, each experience contributed towards my desire to write and to grow.

Moments of joy made me grateful, and words poured out to express thankfulness. Crises made me ask for divine intervention, through words. Sorrows compelled me to seek comfort from God, and my pleas were expressed in words. When relief arrived, I crafted a garland of words to express contentment.

Each time I wrote, I grew. And, as I grew, I wrote even more.

I am a writer, and that is my identity. Writing, for me, is a promise and a prayer. Writing is a much-needed pause, as well as a step towards progress. Through writing, I grow. And every experience that pushed me towards writing, also helped me grow in the process.

Through my words, I seek to spread joy. Through writing, I wish to share knowledge. By putting words on paper, I try to seek the truth. It is because I write that I am still growing.