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All of us hit some sort of shipwreck in our twenties. Sharon Daloz Parks, a scholar and researcher in the field of young adult development, calls Shipwreck a metaphorical coming apart, a crash that rips through the very fabric of our identity. She describes Shipwreck as the experiences that devastate our “assumptions about [our] self, how the world work[s], and even [our] sense of God.” I hit my shipwreck at the age of 22. After 4 years of circling my way through the layers of Los Angeles, working my way into and back out of the film industry, and losing everything I thought defined me, I finally found my way home. Parks writes that the beauty of shipwreck is that it delivers us to a new shore with a deeper understanding about ourselves and life. Though this new discovery does not mitigate the pain and loss of shipwreck, "we do not want to live in a less adequate truth, a less viable sense of reality, an insufficient wisdom." In the end we can not reach the beauty and hope that awaits us, without first hitting our shipwrecks. |
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