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I think that in the long run I will appreciate the time I have thus far spent in Georgia. It certainly isn't because it's been a happy and self-actualizing journey filled with smiles and rainbows. Quite the contrary, really. But it is exactly that which makes the entire experience worthwhile, albeit unenjoyable.
Just as the physical body grows stronger when faced with continuous resistance, so do the mind and spirit strengthen when faced with adversity. It is the bad times that shape a person into who he is, not the good. They press against him like a grindstone, honing and sharpening his character until he emerges with a newly defined thirst and vigor.
But just as an oversharpened blade is weak and cannot serve its purpose and the physical body breaks when pressed too hard, the mind and spirit too can be worn away.
These first two years in the Air Force stationed in rural Georgia have not been fun. However, they have shaped me into someone that I'd like to think is better than the person who moved here two years ago. I've learned a lot about who I am and even more about who I never want to become. But now I'm at a point where it's just too much. Every day just grinds me into the ground instead of shaping me and building me up. It's getting harder and harder to keep a positive outlook. I really need to get out of here and just hope that the bad can be undone.
Just as the physical body grows stronger when faced with continuous resistance, so do the mind and spirit strengthen when faced with adversity. It is the bad times that shape a person into who he is, not the good. They press against him like a grindstone, honing and sharpening his character until he emerges with a newly defined thirst and vigor.
But just as an oversharpened blade is weak and cannot serve its purpose and the physical body breaks when pressed too hard, the mind and spirit too can be worn away.
These first two years in the Air Force stationed in rural Georgia have not been fun. However, they have shaped me into someone that I'd like to think is better than the person who moved here two years ago. I've learned a lot about who I am and even more about who I never want to become. But now I'm at a point where it's just too much. Every day just grinds me into the ground instead of shaping me and building me up. It's getting harder and harder to keep a positive outlook. I really need to get out of here and just hope that the bad can be undone.