Life as we know is full of ups and downs, regardless of the situation. There’s never a time
where we won’t be presented with the hardships this life has given us. This can mentally and
physically harm our well being, where if faced with similar situations, our automatic response is
to flee. Let’s say, losing someone that meant the world to you, more so felt as your home away
from home but when you needed them the most, they stab you in the back as if you meant
nothing to them. Seems quite painful, doesn't it? This is where I begin my story. As the
independent woman I am today, my life hasn’t been the easiest route to get to where I am, as
some may think. I have always had a hard time getting along with my family, which in some
cases felt as if I didn't belong. There were and still are, only a handful of people I can confide in
when dealing with these family problems. I have never been one to fully express my truth when
explaining personal situations, because I feel as if I should never ask for help and deal with these
things on my own. That being said, a few years back in 2018 i had met someone who i never
intended to mean anymore than just an acquaintance. That year was extremely difficult for my
family and I. We could not see eye to eye for the life of it. Coming home felt so exhausting to
where I'd just be in my room until the next day, when I'd have to leave for school. Coming home
should never feel uneasy, but more so your peace after a long day. But that’s just something I
never seemed to fulfill. Let’s call this person, Rose. Rose was the most charismatic, smart,
charming, full of life, understanding, and most patient person i had ever met. At the time, I had
never met someone with such a nurturing feeling, where I could confide in them so quickly.
Meeting Rose was what I looked for when coming home but never seemed to have gotten it. As
cliche as it may sound, there is a saying that says, sometimes your home isn’t always your home,
but maybe your home is within a person. This was my person I felt most vulnerable enough to
talk about my family problems which comes from someone who is afraid to let their guard down,
this was out of my comfort zone. Every Time i had something going on this person was just here,
giving me the right words of advice and made me feel valid but not all things last forever, am I
right? After months of being inseparable, there came a day where things started to change, both
with Rose and my family. Rose had been acting distant, and felt so far but so close to me at the
same time. While, my family situation had gotten to the utmost brim point. I started to feel alone
and afraid as when i did before meeting Rose, but i couldn’t do anything about it because I
wasn’t going to force someone to try and help me, as it is not their obligation. But when
confiding in one person with all this information, to have them just disappear was painful and put
a strain on my heart. Dealing with how both situations got hard at the same time, did not do me
well. I felt lost, a burden, and a disappointment all at once. Come to find out, Rose never had the
intentions of being in my life for the long run, but used me for their enjoyment purposes until
they were happy. Seeing Rose happy, while I was suffering made me feel so much that I was
overwhelmed but I wasn't and still am not the type to ruin a person's happiness for my own. I left
Rose to be, because all I had thought of them was how much peace they’d brought me for a long
but short period of time and this was the most I could do for them. To some that may be wrong to
do, but that’s how much peace a person had brought into my soul that all i wanted was to see
them happy, always. Never will I forget Rose, as they had changed me for the better and taught
me the good and the bad. I learned that it is okay to confide in a person, but be careful with a
person's intentions as it is not always pure but also to never forget how a person had made you
feel if that was good or bad. Know where you stand, your worth, what you deserve as a person,
and to let things go if they no longer serve their purpose. To conclude, “there is no way to hold
onto something that is truly beautiful, not without consequences. There is a reason why Roses
have thorns.”
Your piece reminded me much of the rose in the book, "The Little Prince." Just as Rose in your story, the rose in "The Little Prince" was beautiful and seemed perfect, fooling the little prince, but she still had the ability to cause pain to him despite her attractiveness in looks and character. The little prince, similar to you, was able to learn from the negative interactions he had from the rose. The reason I bring this up is because it is quite enchanting how through your piece and the novel, it proves how much we can learn from struggle and come back stronger and smarter. Thank you for being confident in sharing the lessons you have learned from this situation for I feel many can learn from you as well. This some fine work!
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Wow! I love the metaphor that tied the idea of life having struggles. You are so wise and the imagery provided really exhibited that. I appreciate your story and enjoyed hearing how you gained from the up’s and down’s. I am so proud that you were able to handle this situation and I commend you for this. I gained insight and understanding when you mentioned that even little things such as coming home was difficult. Great piece, Kayla! -Laylah Perez
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, this is a really beautiful narrative. It kind of reminds me of a universal plight many artists have: they search for and aspire for beauty, comfort, a safe-place, only to have it flee them and leave the artist once again looking for comfort in their craft and/or world. Beauty is fickle like that, and you captured that really elegantly through the metaphor and overall sequence of events through your writing. It is a touch bitter, quite inspiring, and overall a very valuable lesson. Thank you so much for sharing! - Sumbal Sharif
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