I believe there is a limit to everything. When I was in elementary school, my mother who was a huge fan of fruits, used to feed me at least three bananas everyday. This had gone on for several years, and during that time I had never lived a day without eating bananas.

Finally, one day I got so sick of eating bananas that I would think of schemes to use against my mom so she would stop putting bananas in my hand. For example, I would leave a half-consumed banana on the dinner table on purpose to show that I was “still working on it.” And as much as I liked the taste of the fruit, I had eventually developed such a strong resistance to this fruit that I had refused to eat a banana for over eight years after elementary school. Looking back to my childhood, I truly think that if I wasn’t fed so much of this particular fruit, I would very likely still enjoy its flavor. As a child, I had begun to learn about the limits in life.

As I went on to high school, I met a friend who was both diligent and intelligent. He always had the best grades in our class, but was never satisfied with his performance on quizzes and exams. He had invested all of his time and effort in studying and in nothing else. I remember being surprised by my friend’s weekend schedule, which was 16 hours of continuous schoolwork packed into it. Unfortunately, this did not seem like a healthy life style for him. My hardworking friend completely broke down during our senior year and ended up not going to the college that he had wanted to. After locking himself home for a whole month, he finally got over his depression. And more importantly, he had learned the significance of having a balanced life and being content with the end goals of his endeavors.

When I first came to college, I had already learned that my first year would be a mix of all things good and bad. I have seen lots of people making the best of it to improve themselves, but more people getting lost in such a complex culture. Drinking and partying are two things constantly going on in college. They could be relaxing and enjoying their time doing those things, but sometimes they ended up causing trouble. At some point I had come across a very nice girl in college. It was her freshman year, the time when she was still excited to explore everything. And out of curiosity and “not knowing what was right or wrong,” she started hanging out with a group of “cool friends” and became an alcoholic. She used to get wasted all weekend and do all kinds of crazy things that she often times had regretted doing them the next morning when she woke up. After a while she started questioning her personal values because of such a split lifestyle of being alcoholic.

Having realized the terrible consequences of over-drinking, this girl had eventually learned to control herself and not to get lost in her life. Life does not stop going on, and just like eating, drinking and working, there is a limit to everything. I believe it is only when we have learned where our limit is can that we can truly enjoy our life.