Digging Deeper

Over the summer, I read an intriguing poem by Seamus Heaney entitled, "Digging". In this poem, Heaney describes how his father grandfather dug and worked to provide for the family. While Heaney recollects these memories of his father and grandfather digging, he himself is in a personal conflict. He sits at his desk with a pen in his hand as if he were confused. It seems as if Heaney feels guilty because his parents and grandparents worked their butts of to provide for him and all he can do is write. In my life, I watch my mom and dad work extremely hard to provide for my family, but all I feel as if all I can do is let them "dig" for me. This situation is very similar to the situation Heaney is put in. As Heaney finishes the poem, he realizes that he is not useless to the family. His father and grandfather dug to get him where he is in that moment and Heaney should use the gifts that they gave him. If he feels guilty and doesn't use the gift of education that has been bestowed upon him, all of his parent's and grandparent's "digging" has been for nothing. So with the gift that he has, he chooses to write with his pen as if his father was digging with his shovel. As a solution, in my life, I try to make the most of my time at school, challenging myself, and taking advantage of opportunities. It is the same situation, if I don't use the gifts I have been given, all my parent's work would have been in vain. So I leave you, the reader, with a few final words. If someone dug you a hole, jump in it and dig a little deeper.