Evaluate a significant experience, achievement, risk you have taken, or ethical dilemma you have faced and its impact on you.
“Do you see now?” The voice rang in my ears as I shook my head for the umpteenth time. My eyes were tightly shut, trying to hold back the tears of anger and frustration. When I opened them again, the world looked to me as it always did; only now the leaves above seemed to be mocking me as they chuckled in the breeze. Why couldn't I see?
I was nine years old, lying under the tree for the third time that week, with my art teacher, Mr. Hayes, sitting beside me. The exercise was starting to feel useless; I was supposed to be learning how to see. “But I already know how to see!” I cried out desperately, hoping that we would go inside and sketch apples instead.
“The way an artist sees,” my teacher said calmly, “is not the same as everyone else. You must learn to see from a different angle, see what’s behind, see the light.” Not knowing what he meant, I turned over with a groan, thinking that I would never learn to see like an artist.
Yet I found myself under that same tree one afternoon, a few weeks after Mr. Hayes had left me on my own to learn how to see. I was feeling more disheartened than ever, but I refused to believe that I was incapable of the simple task of seeing. My eyes strained so hard that tears were beginning to brim. I closed them for a second, and when I opened them again… the trunk rose majestically, thick and stocky at the bottom but vanishing to a point at its tip. See from a different angle. The leaves melted into a canvas of green as the sky beyond coalesced into splendid shapes of piercing azure. See what’s behind. The canopy above shimmered and glowed in the sun. See the light. Finally I saw. I sat up from the shock. It was all so simple, and a new world stretched before my eyes.
Nothing has looked the same since the day I learned to see, but it was not until years later that I realized the greater significance of what I had discovered. The value of seeing does not just apply to art. It holds true for everything in life. Whether I am sitting in the classroom or reading a newspaper article, I strive to see: see differently, see beyond, see the light. When I find a piece of history that interests me, I search for different accounts of it to see from other perspectives. When I meet someone new, I look past his appearance to see what is hidden beneath the facade. When I study a scientific concept, I not only focus on the technicalities, but also dig deeper to see what else it might reflect. Simply by seeking to see, the wonders I discover in the world multiply right before my eyes.
The moment of clarity I experienced when I first learned to see will remain with me forever, but it was only the first of many such moments. From learning to see as an artist, I had learned to see as an individual. I aspire to nothing more than to see, and through seeing, live a life more intense and more human. “Do you see now?” Those four simple words my art teacher once asked me long ago still resonate within me, and I know that his question is one I will be asking myself for the rest of my life.
评估一个显着的经验，成就，你已经采取的风险，或你已经面临道德困境，其对你的影响。“你看到了吗？”我摇摇头无数次的声音在我的耳边响了起来。我的眼睛紧闭，试图忍住眼泪的愤怒和沮丧。当我再次打开，看着世界，因为它总是给我做，只是现在上面的叶子似乎在嘲笑我，因为他们在微风中笑了。为什么我不能看？我是9岁，躺在树底下本周第三次，我的美术老师，Hayes先生，坐在我旁边。演习开始觉得自己很没用，我本来是要学习怎么看。 “但我已经知道如何去看看！”我哭了出来拼命地希望，我们将苹果，而不是去里面和草图。“一个艺术家认为，”我的老师平静地说，“是不是其他人一样。你必须学会??从不同的角度看，看看有什么背后，看到了光明。“不知道他是什么意思，我翻了呻吟着，以为我会永远学不会看到像一个艺术家。然而，我发现自己在同样的树的一个下午，几个星期后，Hayes先生离开了我，我自己学会怎么看。我当时的感觉比以往任何时候都更加沮丧，但我不相信，我是无法看到的简单的任务。我的眼睛紧张，这么辛苦，眼泪开始边缘。我关闭了他们的第二个，当我再次打开......躯干上升庄严，厚重和敦实的底部，但消失到一个点在其尖端。从不同的角度看。叶融化成绿色的帆布超越聚结成灿烂的形状撕心裂肺的蔚蓝色的天空。的背后是什么。天篷上面闪烁着，并在阳光下闪闪发光。见光。最后，我所看到的。我坐起来，从震惊中。这一切都是那么简单，一个新的世界在我的眼前伸展。的那天起，我学会了看没有看过的，但它不是直到多年后，我才意识到我发现了什么更大的意义。看的价值并不仅仅适用于艺术。它拥有真实生活中的一切。无论我坐在教室或阅读报纸的文章，我努力看：看不同的，看到以后，看到了光明。当我发现我感兴趣的一段历史，我搜索它从其他角度看到不同的帐户。当我遇见新的人，我过去看他的外表底下隐藏着的门面。当我研究的一个科学的概念，我不仅专注于技术上，而且还深入挖掘，看看还有什么可能反映。简单地看，在世界的奇迹，我发现在我眼前，繁殖。我经历过，当我第一次听说，看到的将永远保持与我的那一刻清晰，但它只是很多这样的时刻。从学习作为一个艺术家，我学会了作为一个单独的。没有什么比看到我所向往的，通过看，生活得更加激烈，更加人性化。 “你看到了吗？”我的美术老师曾经问我，很久以前我依旧在这四个简单的字，而我知道，他的问题是，我会问自己，我的余生。
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