Giving this a bump instead of starting a new thread. Anyone still interested in sharing here? I have a few things I wouldn't mind putting up.
I'm not really a writer as much as I am a poet/lyricist, but I have been complimented highly on essays, and my college application essay:
On a dark, March night, I sat in my room, listening to the rain just outside my window. The breath of the rain that night was fresh. Suddenly, the crashing tear of a thunderbolt, less than a mile away, shattered my peaceful mood. The once soothing rain outside became an angry declaration of sorrow, pain, and destruction. Night became death and everything we fear. The safety of my bed was my only redemption. I wanted to be rid of this fear of spontaneous emotional change, so I looked for a way to overcome it.
On a dark, September night, I sat in my room, listening to music, before going to sleep. The music was soothing, yet there was a dark, ominous, and airy atmosphere to the song. Without any notice, the song exploded and became an opus of monumental power. Yet, I did not fear it, as it could not harm me. Hues of purple, blue, red, and yellow filled my mind. A child, exposed to the song for the first time, might fear what he or she is listening to, or they may enjoy it, and it becomes a thing of nostalgia from then on.
You learn to predict things like thunder during rain when musicians and composers of equal insanity implement such spontaneity into their music. Any fear can be extinguished with association; the death of night can become soothing, even while loud and angry. Fears, perhaps ones own imperfection in their profession, can be faced, associating that wall of perfection, impassable, with the concept of a tangent: you can always get better, but you can never become perfect.
Any fear can be extinguished, as one can somehow associate any one thing with anything else.