In my short 15 years of life, perseverance has held a significant meaning to me. To persevere, according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, means “to continue doing something or trying to do something even though it is difficult.” I guess my parents have always been telling me to persevere, just with different words.
A time in which I had to really buckle down and persevere was during my parent’s divorce. When I was 12 years old, I learned that they were getting a divorce. Of course, with this news came the knowledge of some of the many causes of this divorce. Hearing all of these things really dragged me down as a young seventh-grader. During the months that followed my parents’ separation, I was depressed and in a bad state of mind. I still had to keep up with my schoolwork, and even more so with how I carried myself each day. I had a hard time trying to act like everything was normal during this period of my life. It was difficult because nobody outside of my family knew what was going on in my household life. Even doing basic things like paying attention in math class or sitting in the car with my dad was difficult. Everything in some way made me emotional. I eventually realized that I couldn’t keep getting sad in the middle of the day for no real reason.
This is where perseverance kicked in. Even though just living a normal life was hard for me during my parents’ divorce, I motivated myself each day to stay strong and prayed for the strength to persevere. Perseverance helped me meet the challenges of that time. I managed to uphold the standards in academics and maintain the friendships I had prior to the divorce.
In short, perseverance holds personal significance to me as it allowed me to keep living like everything was normal in my life.