The Days Catapult Before Me

Months ago when he first stepped outside, the bright rays of light almost blinded him. He raised a pale hand to his face in a petty attempt to shield himself. Now under the dying sun, he could see the city in its entirety. When the surrounding area grew darker, red and orange lights that brushed over the streets began to grow in intensity. Walkers on the sidewalk began to flourish in their own happiness as they hurried from their jobs and into the weekend.

I find myself sitting on a bench at 2 am. As I look look around and see the lake, the wind blowing on it so perfectly making ripples in the water. That was the moment I realized the extent of trouble I was in. I looked at the ripples on the water, how one flow of water simultaneously makes another. It dawned on me that life is like ripples of water, and how one decision can affect the rest of your life. For me, it was making a friend, something so innocent, it would have never thought to cause major problems. A feeling of nostalgia overtook me, and I started to daydream, back to the moment I met Anthony.

Stephen Hawking a well-known theoretical physicists, has contemplated the conundrum of whether or not information is destroyed at the horizon of black hole.

The sky and all its beautiful colors are all that were running through my mind. I didn't notice it then, but that was the last day we ever had those moments not only there but back home too. I never expect for him to leave, which was foolish. He found happiness in the bottom of a drink, how couldn't alcohol take him? I realize we're all trying to kill that pain somehow. I didn't imagine his death would take a hold of my life, but in a way it did. You see he was the only close death, I experienced in my 17 years, before him I didn't think death would ever influence me, for it was just a life check everyone check off eventually. I took his death as unexplained for so long, all I had angry and unresolved feelings and they controlled a part of my life. I know that pain will always be there, but my life couldn’t stop, I couldn’t let this unresolved grief influence me as my uncles did. Although death is a sad thing, you have must choose whether to let it destroy oneself or sharpen it. I’m still on the path of understanding how life is after the death, still I remember he loved us and he isn’t sadden anymore, and that gives me joy and keeps on

I could hear muted sobs as friends and family members began lashing out in tears. Yet, I stood still as ever as memories with my best friend began flashing in my head. I was best friends with a girl who lived right next door to me since birth. We told secrets and laughed with one another since the day I can recall my earliest memory as a child. It was unfortunate to see it all come to an end now that she was gone. All I saw was her lifeless body slowly turning pale on a stretcher stationed on her living room floor. This was one of those moments that makes you question how quickly life can take an unexpected turn. I wasn't willing to accept that

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As I headed back to school after the August recess, I was in a somber mood. It was my final year in high school and with the certificate of secondary school examinations closing in, I was still uncertain about it. Earlier on, my mother bid me farewell with words of encouragement for the forthcoming exams. She was bed ridden at that time and in my absence there was no one else who would take care of her but my three younger siblings. I contemplated quitting school and staying home for her sake but she adamantly insisted that I go back. She reassured me that all would be well. Unfortunately three weeks later, she passed on, just two months to the start of my examinations. Although inauspicious, these circumstances were pivotal in defining my

The bright sun was beginning to sleep as different shades of red and oranges begin to form and mix into new bright colors into the late afternoon sky. The sun seem to be using it colors to wrap New york into a tight warm hug before it goes into her deep slumber.

From birth to death, loss is an inevitable part of each person`s lifetime. Most people are loved as soon they come into this world, but are loved by many more when they go. Nonetheless, in the journey of life, people will face obstacles that will shape them into different people than they were yesterday, and most people will find themselves loving another person at one point in time. However, certain circumstances, such as death or a breakup, can cause a person to feel like the entire world is crashing down upon his or her shoulders. Some deaths can be signaled by sickness or old age, but like anything, some do come unexpectedly. The same trend goes for breakups as well. Sometimes, a breakup can come as a shock to one person or both people

Today was funeral day. My mom’s funeral. It was a dark October thursday, the clouds were brewing a storm. A slight breeze disturbed my neck. My uncomfortable suit sleeves bellowed in the cold breeze.. I hadn’t felt any emotions since the day of her death, which was weeks ago, almost as if my emotion is grey. It was warm then, as my mind was too. Nowadays, up until today, my mind has been a dark fog, as if my mind was released into the sky, darkening everyone’s day, arriving at my mom’s funeral or just to cuddle up with their friends and family in front of a warm crackling fire, telling the stories of their childhood and how times were better. Not me, my dad usually ignored me and he only worked on managing my mom’s fortune. Yeah. My mom’s

Sometimes I feel a great responsibility towards them I cannot understand. The laughter of my friends, the shared difficult times in school, the obligatory group pictures, and the gleeful birthday parties, all within my heart I carry. I carry my older sister's love and devotion to me as they watch hopeful that I will only grow stronger under the things that I carry. The memories I have made with them are truly priceless, but sometimes it feels like I am alone in a cacoon and unable to let anyone in. I carry my physical body, hurt, scorned and unloved, yet also trusting and remaining resilient. My pride, my hopes, my dreams, all poisoned by lack of esteem, still I stubbornly clutch as I doggedly search for the remedy. I do not know what lies ahead, one can only plan out so much of her life, and the future is a great weight at certain points, and at others, a giant, golden ladder to the stars. Here I am, so soon to be an adult. Responsibility and Independence travel towards me as I simultaneously move toward them as if I were moving through honey. I carry high expectations of myself and the fear of failure in life. I seek to create expectations of my own volition, and create

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. ~Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook I wish he knew that I can't survive without him. I wish he knew that I'll always miss him. Hope this would stop him from leaving. I wish he felt my grief in a world without him. I wish he felt my anguish. Hope this would stop us parting. I miss him, his love, his smile, his support. I miss being near him. I miss being adored by him. I miss being cared. I wish those broken promises to complete. I'm doomed, lost, perplexed. I'm sinking in this achromatic world. Won't you rescue me? I agonize you won't. I really wish I'd started my life backwards with old age striking me in the beginning. Fathom life with handling diseases. Meet you on a

From the instant life begins the understanding that life is a progression of loss becomes apparent. Loss is not something one can control. Loss cannot be manipulated, but only excepted, and somewhat expected, as Elizabeth Bishop validates in her poem "One Art." Bishop's viewpoint of loss causes the reader to delve into a part of their psyche that many are not comfortable with facing. Loss, no matter the magnitude is a hard thing to accept. "One Art" with all its beauty helps the reader to understand the loss. Sometimes loss is a brutal thing, while at other times, it is a thing of great beauty. As with all things in this world, it all depends upon one's perspective.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

Not only was I was brokenhearted, but I thought that my patience has come to its end. I looked at the dark night sky and sat on one of the swings at the park near my house. I was just sitting there, I wasn’t even swinging and I thinking about how I want to be another person, or be somewhere else far away. Eventually, I realized that my main problem was that I felt that I could not overcome all the “love” obstacles that life threw at me. I recalled everything I have read in books about love as well as everything that I have experienced myself. In the books everything seemed to be much smoother, happier, and a lot easier. My main thought was “how people can possibly spend their whole life together and be so happy even when things are going downhill?” No one was at the park and it made me feel even more stupid: here I sit with no one here to listen to me or my over anxious thoughts. It was just me, trying to deal with my racing thoughts how I will never