Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative

Eyes wide open with sleep deprivation and insomnia like symptoms. Memories surging like power lines up and down my spinal chord. Trying to find the purpose and function of it. It! Yes what those words depict. The science behind it. The social dilemma it sparks in me and everything I believed and lived. His words still ringing in me ears,” Stop seeing people for what they are at the moment, no matter how evil they may seem, but start seeing them for the potential of good and success in them”. “They are just words!” I keep telling myself, its what I’ve told myself for years when their words hurt me. Lugubrious memories instigate anger and frustration in my being for what seemed eons in the few minutes that in reality just played their purpose. Its 2:37 am now.

For as long as I can remember I’ve always believed that people, all around me are ultimately evil and will always have dreadful intentions. That is all I could see in them. The potential of annihilation to good. Being bullied on my first experience in America, as a young immigrant with frail hopes, made this thought ever so embraced by my young mind. All the excuses seemed in line to expulse his words from my thoughts but then I was brought into realization. Its 3:42 am right now and my eyes are burning with growing frustration.

If I was to believe that all are evil then I couldn’t exempt myself from that either, but I’m not evil. I’ve come a long way! I have outdone myself! Learning English in 2 months and developing my communication skills to the point of perfect, persuasive breaths that spill from my lips at a tongue’s swipe. I know I have good potential but why doesn’t everybody else? Whoa there’s a flaw. I hate myself for realizing it. I knew he was right but I denied it! I had to, it went against everything I brought myself to be. It is against me! Its 5 am and there’s a slight pain behind my eyebrow. Why