Julius Caesar once stated that “Experience is the teacher of all things” and I couldn’t agree more. I learn at a very young age that our experiences are more than just things we undergo or encounter, but they are our own personally stories, our own collection of memories and lessons but most importantly our identity. As we go through life, we do undergo a variety of things, while some are small others are major, and the major ones that can either make us or break us. During my 18 years on this earth, I’ve lived through many great experiences as well as dreadful experiences but today I will be sharing three experiences that change for the good as well as the bad…!
Roses from death
I was about 8 years old, almost 9 when I was told that I had to leave everything I knew and everyone I loved behind. I can’t even begin in to tell you the sadness I felt for the years that followed, but the sadness didn’t compare to the one I felt on January 12, 2010. I remember it like it was yesterday, that pain I felt is a pain I would never forget. It was about 4 in the afternoon, my mom, my brothers and I was sitting in the living watching TV, and talking, laughing when breaking news hit. I didn’t pay it attention because I thought it was just another one of those breaking news stories until I saw the words HAITI and EARTHQUAKE in the same line. I quickly turned around and put press as hard as I can on the volume, and all was it took was the anchor lady to say ‘Haiti has been struck with a 7.0 magnitude earthquake’ to feel every ounce of pain in less than a second. All I could think about was my family, especially my dad and my sister. So, I ran to the phone trying to call them, but I couldn’t get through, so I panic, and the worst came to mind. The next few days filled with headaches, tears, and a million prayers. I prayed for everyone, my family, friends, their family, their friend, prayed for Haiti, and prayed the world, even strangers, and I still heard nothing. After a week of trying, I finally got through, and my dad answered it felt like a river flow down my face. I cried like I’ve never cried before, and I cried even harder when he told me that my sister had died, as well as some aunts, uncles, and cousins. Words can never capture the pain that I felt. That day I lost a part of me and I didn’t even know it, I lost Haiti, I love my sister, and with experiences I learn an important lesson. Death is always around the corner, so love like it’s your last time on this earth.
Falling into heartbreak
I remember someone saying that being in love is like being on crack, not only for the high but the effect of overdosing, I never really knew what that meant, since I’ve never been on crack but I do know what it feels like to be in love and getting your heart broken. I was about 12 years old when I first met him, and we instantly hit it off. For as long as I can remember he play the role of my best friend and my own personally comedian, he was always the one person I could really run to with anything. Throughout the years, my feeling for him grew a little more than just friends, but I always stop myself because I was afraid to lose our friendship that mostly him. We dated other people and at times we stop talking to each other, but that never worked out because we would always find our way back to just being friends again. So, when I was about 16 we decided to give us a tried and that was probably the best and worst decision I’ve ever mad. We dated for almost a year, and I was happy, really happy. He was everything I wanted and more, he brought out a light in me I never knew existed. I felt like I could fly as high as the birds, and touch the sky if I wanted to, I had to be realistic but He made me better, he made want to be better, he made me good, it felt good being happy and I never knew I was falling in love with him, until it ended. When it ended, it was as if my heart was suddenly ripped out my chest, and it was being squeezed right in front of me, I was a fish out of the water, gasping for air. I felt stranded like I had nowhere to go because he wasn’t there anymore. Till this day, I feel like when he walk as the door, he took a piece of me with him, a piece I can never back. To I being in love isn’t always about being high but a different version of yourself and heartbreaking isn’t always overdosing but simply losing yourself. “ With love come pain, but through the pain you gain strength”.
To new beginnings
All, I could here was “We madeeeeee itttttttt”, and I couldn’t agree more. They always said that high school was going to be either the best four years of your life or the worst, well for me it was cut right in the middle. The first two years were the best years, no stress, no complaints, just memories fill with laugh and love. I think all I did that first years was filled with laughter, I was really the happiest back then, but that change faster than a cheetah running. By junior year, I began to hate everything, and senior year was even worst. I was praying God to fast forward time so I could get out of high school and dropping out wasn’t an option. When the day came for me graduated I have so many feelings, I was happy, but I was sad, and I was nervous but I was excited, I was scared as well as thrilled, but freedom out beat everything. The thought of me not going to school every day and making my own schedule fascinated me and it was it a rollercoaster ride I was ready to start, and there’s no way of me getting off. When the moment came for my name to be called, I was sad because I realize that I was about to close this chapter in my life that had been open for four years now, it molded into who I am , it contain so many lessons, so may great and I wasn’t ready to close that. But, I knew it was time to move on to greater things, so I ran to that to a stage will a smile across my face, screaming I did it, we did it! For one last time, one last picture, one last smile, I embraced the past four years with an open heart, and I close the high school chapter and open a new one. To new beginnings, new roller-coaster, to memories, and a new lesson.
Empty calls
Ring- ring goes go the phone
Got to deal with this on my own
She asking about a loan
I really don’t like her tone
It makes me want to groan
Man, I want to be left alone
Too many questions being ask
Too many people passing by
Is this guy wearing a masked?
Yo he’s really trying to fly
This is not an easy task
Man, I just want to cry
The pay isn’t even that good
I swear I’m going insane
And no one understood
Here we go again with the complaints
Yo, is it time for my break
Can you please call Blake?
Cause I really got an ache
And I need to be awake.
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