Legacy Narrative Essay
I once saw a painting that showed a male and a female. The male had their back turned as the female was facing the male with a heart in her left hand and a knife in her right hand. The female did not only have a weapon in her right hand but in that same hand, she was aiming towards the male’s back and very reluctantly letting the heart slip out of her left hand. In a very discrete section of this painting it said in small words “Being in love is like giving someone a knife, believing they won’t stab you.” As I saw this painting, I felt something drop inside my stomach, like a tick moving through me, not letting me go on with my thoughts. In that moment I wanted to remove the tick out of me with my own hands, but the closer I looked into the image, the tick slowly grew more inside me, not giving me the enough power to stop the feeling.
My eyes stayed glued onto the image as my childhood flashed right past me, the first time I fell off a swing, the time I scrapped my knee on concrete for the first time that left a tiny scar in me that is still there today, the time I sang in a room as loud as I could when I felt like I didn’t have a hand to say “Thank you for being here”, the day I drove for the first time in an empty parking lot, the day I ziplined and cried all through-out the beginning until I was finally 1000 feet above with no worry in the world but the feel of beauty in the wind and the adrenaline rush of awesomeness that I felt in those 45 seconds of my life.
There was once a couple who met in a 6th period class that they both were not expecting to be in, in the beginning of their sophomore year. The guy knew, but the girl only felt when they saw each other for the first time, that they were going to be something by the time that class was over. And of course what the guy knew and what the girl felt became reality. Every single day in that class, you glanced over to that couple and all your eyes were able to capture was their laughter and their joyful voices, and very sneakishly trying to hold hands under the table. After that semester was done, they made sure to choose the same top 3 classes so that they would be in the same 6th period again, but this time it would be non-coincidental. As a result of their eagerness of being together in the same class for the second time in a row, they got exactly what they wanted. Time hadn’t only flown by that semester, but the school had already announced that they would open an opportunity to have a 6th period class for one temporary and different classes for the other half of the temporary. And again, the couple chose the same classes but in a different order this time. Luckily they were able to get the same class for the third time in a row, in one full year.
In the midst of those crazy teenage ideas just to see each others faces the last hour of school, you could see in them that something beautiful had grown between the two. When they were together the girl saw crystal blue waves and beach sounds in his eyes, a feeling of ever lasting protection and a blanket with sheep material all over her body when he opened his arms to her. The guy felt like the big duck in the middle of the pond with a bunch of ducks around him chasing one of the female ducks, but that one female duck always going towards the direction of the big duck in the end. When they weren’t close to the other, the girl felt an unusual feeling in her but still the same vision of crystal blue waves when she thought of him. The guy felt like the monkey mom without her babies, and like the monkey baby being kept in a cage when there was a juicy banana lying feet away from the cage.
It was a late summer when the world felt like it was slowly being dropped on top of the girl. Her grandma, but that she always referred to as her second mom, went to a world of peace and no more pain ever again. After that happened, the girl along with her family and everyone who was connected in some way to her grandma, felt devastation and in a mood to use their voices and show pictures to say all the happy times they once had with her, and to play all the music she loved to hear. The girl was one of her grandma’s favorite grandchild, and she knew that because her grandma once told her. That girl needed a lot of support, as much support as she could get, even more than she needed. In this process she met again with someone from her past that knew her grandma well and had many memories with her as well. The girl felt a connection with the guy who knew her grandma too because she felt like he could help her stop feeling pain. While the other guy tried to reach out to her, she didn’t allow him because she felt more connection to the other guy in that time. After a while the girl became attached to the other guy and slowly threw the other guy out of the picture. The girl felt like she was finally being understood and didn’t feel so lost anymore when in reality she was still lost trying to figure out the exit to that path of pain she was feeling.
Before she even knew it, she mentally stabbed the other guy in his back not caring about his heart dropping out of her hand nor the pain he would feel, nor the bigger pain that was about to come her way. All she cared for was seeing that sunlight shine beneath her again, she just cared for herself and all she asked for was for herself. And in the end, she dropped her world right on top of her, knowing that when she thought about him, she wouldn’t see those crystal blue waves again.
I once saw a painting that showed a male and a female. The male had their back turned as the female was facing the male with a heart in her left hand and a knife in her right hand. The female did not only have a weapon in her right hand but in that same hand, she was aiming towards the male’s back and very reluctantly letting the heart slip out of her left hand. In a very discrete section of this painting it said in small words “Being in love is like giving someone a knife, believing they won’t stab you.” As I saw this painting, I felt something drop inside my stomach, like a tick moving through me, not letting me go on with my thoughts. In that moment I wanted to remove the tick out of me with my own hands, but the closer I looked into the image, the tick slowly grew more inside me, not giving me the enough power to stop the feeling.
My eyes stayed glued onto the image as my childhood flashed right past me, the first time I fell off a swing, the time I scrapped my knee on concrete for the first time that left a tiny scar in me that is still there today, the time I sang in a room as loud as I could when I felt like I didn’t have a hand to say “Thank you for being here”, the day I drove for the first time in an empty parking lot, the day I ziplined and cried all through-out the beginning until I was finally 1000 feet above with no worry in the world but the feel of beauty in the wind and the adrenaline rush of awesomeness that I felt in those 45 seconds of my life.
There was once a couple who met in a 6th period class that they both were not expecting to be in, in the beginning of their sophomore year. The guy knew, but the girl only felt when they saw each other for the first time, that they were going to be something by the time that class was over. And of course what the guy knew and what the girl felt became reality. Every single day in that class, you glanced over to that couple and all your eyes were able to capture was their laughter and their joyful voices, and very sneakishly trying to hold hands under the table. After that semester was done, they made sure to choose the same top 3 classes so that they would be in the same 6th period again, but this time it would be non-coincidental. As a result of their eagerness of being together in the same class for the second time in a row, they got exactly what they wanted. Time hadn’t only flown by that semester, but the school had already announced that they would open an opportunity to have a 6th period class for one temporary and different classes for the other half of the temporary. And again, the couple chose the same classes but in a different order this time. Luckily they were able to get the same class for the third time in a row, in one full year.
In the midst of those crazy teenage ideas just to see each others faces the last hour of school, you could see in them that something beautiful had grown between the two. When they were together the girl saw crystal blue waves and beach sounds in his eyes, a feeling of ever lasting protection and a blanket with sheep material all over her body when he opened his arms to her. The guy felt like the big duck in the middle of the pond with a bunch of ducks around him chasing one of the female ducks, but that one female duck always going towards the direction of the big duck in the end. When they weren’t close to the other, the girl felt an unusual feeling in her but still the same vision of crystal blue waves when she thought of him. The guy felt like the monkey mom without her babies, and like the monkey baby being kept in a cage when there was a juicy banana lying feet away from the cage.
It was a late summer when the world felt like it was slowly being dropped on top of the girl. Her grandma, but that she always referred to as her second mom, went to a world of peace and no more pain ever again. After that happened, the girl along with her family and everyone who was connected in some way to her grandma, felt devastation and in a mood to use their voices and show pictures to say all the happy times they once had with her, and to play all the music she loved to hear. The girl was one of her grandma’s favorite grandchild, and she knew that because her grandma once told her. That girl needed a lot of support, as much support as she could get, even more than she needed. In this process she met again with someone from her past that knew her grandma well and had many memories with her as well. The girl felt a connection with the guy who knew her grandma too because she felt like he could help her stop feeling pain. While the other guy tried to reach out to her, she didn’t allow him because she felt more connection to the other guy in that time. After a while the girl became attached to the other guy and slowly threw the other guy out of the picture. The girl felt like she was finally being understood and didn’t feel so lost anymore when in reality she was still lost trying to figure out the exit to that path of pain she was feeling.
Before she even knew it, she mentally stabbed the other guy in his back not caring about his heart dropping out of her hand nor the pain he would feel, nor the bigger pain that was about to come her way. All she cared for was seeing that sunlight shine beneath her again, she just cared for herself and all she asked for was for herself. And in the end, she dropped her world right on top of her, knowing that when she thought about him, she wouldn’t see those crystal blue waves again.