By Lisa Zhou-Hackett
My life is like New York City. The days are as busy as the streets of the city. When my days are quiet, the noise is low. When it is chaotic, not much can be done. When it is calm, life moves swiftly along like a freshly rosined violin bow on a string. There are those days when my mind is buzzing, like a fly. And there are some days that my mind is at peace, like the ocean floor after it rains. The bustling of people shows when there is chaos or when I’m stressed.
My life is also like a river. The water runs calmly at some parts and angrily pushes through the rough rocks that lay throughout the river bed. Sometimes when the water trickles down to just a small stream, that's when my life is simple and tranquil. The flow of the river shows that my life is always going on and on and on.
My life is like New York City. The days are as busy as the streets of the city. When my days are quiet, the noise is low. When it is chaotic, not much can be done. When it is calm, life moves swiftly along like a freshly rosined violin bow on a string. There are those days when my mind is buzzing, like a fly. And there are some days that my mind is at peace, like the ocean floor after it rains. The bustling of people shows when there is chaos or when I’m stressed.
My life is also like a river. The water runs calmly at some parts and angrily pushes through the rough rocks that lay throughout the river bed. Sometimes when the water trickles down to just a small stream, that's when my life is simple and tranquil. The flow of the river shows that my life is always going on and on and on.
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