I feel that of the two essays I am more able to connect with Self Reliance. This could be because it is easier to understand and has a few quotes in it that everyone should hear during their life time. One of my favorite quotes from the essay is "that envy is ignorance:that imitation is suicide: that he must take himself for better or worse". I was able to connect to these small pieces of advice because I can honestly say that I have wished to have more than I have, its human nature. We strive for more than what we have, frankly human nature as a whole is a tad bit greedy.
I was especially able to connect to "imitation is suicide" because when I was little there was nothing I wanted more than to be my sister. She is a gorgeous girl and she always had this air of confidence about her that I always wanted. I literally followed her everywhere and wanted to do absolutely everything that she was doing and I wanted to wear all her clothes and have her do my hair and makeup. But I started to realize that she didn't like the things that I liked, she didn't play football out in the rain and mud with my brothers like I always loved to do. She was the girly cheerleader (ha ha which I did eventually turn into) who didn't want to get dirty or spend time outside period. The more I tried to be like her the less of myself I was, the old Sam was disappearing. I think that I finally came to a good compromise, I did become the fairly girly dancer and I like to get my hair done and get dressed up, but I can also throw down and take my brothers on in football (a thanksgiving tradition) I can even out eat and out burp my brothers...I think that I became a good mixture of both my sister and I, but all in all its me, no one else.
I was especially able to connect to "imitation is suicide" because when I was little there was nothing I wanted more than to be my sister. She is a gorgeous girl and she always had this air of confidence about her that I always wanted. I literally followed her everywhere and wanted to do absolutely everything that she was doing and I wanted to wear all her clothes and have her do my hair and makeup. But I started to realize that she didn't like the things that I liked, she didn't play football out in the rain and mud with my brothers like I always loved to do. She was the girly cheerleader (ha ha which I did eventually turn into) who didn't want to get dirty or spend time outside period. The more I tried to be like her the less of myself I was, the old Sam was disappearing. I think that I finally came to a good compromise, I did become the fairly girly dancer and I like to get my hair done and get dressed up, but I can also throw down and take my brothers on in football (a thanksgiving tradition) I can even out eat and out burp my brothers...I think that I became a good mixture of both my sister and I, but all in all its me, no one else.
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