When good is near you, when you have life in yourself, it is not by any known or accustomed way; you shall not discern the foot-prints of any other; you shall not see the face of man; you shall not hear any name;—— the way, the thought, the good, shall be wholly strange and new. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Can you remember a moment in your life when you had life in yourself and it was wholly strange and new? Can you remember the moment when you stopped walking a path of someone else, and started cutting your own?
Write about that moment. And if you haven’t experienced it yet, let the miracle play out in your mind’s eye and write about that moment in your future.
My third year in college, I got on an Alitalia airplane with about eighty other college students from various parts of California, and flew to Florence, Italy where I lived for one school year. It was fantastic. I chopped off my hair; ate too much great food; and traveled to Germany, Spain, Tunisia, Israel, Greece, and of course, all over in Italy. I guess you could say I “had life in[my]self and it was wholly strange and new.” There is nothing like traveling and breaking away from your high school friends to open up the world to you.