My central psyche has combusted into dozens of abstract particles. It is as if my life has been predestined. Each new day is simply inevitable. Or, perhaps, it is the opposite, and the jigsaw puzzle, otherwise known as my world is molding each individual sector. They are all being sculpted accordingly as to each step I take, whichever direction it may be in. .
Many a time, I have sat back and pondered my surroundings. I have explored the decisions I have made as to whether they have been judicious, or pernicious to my well being. Nevertheless, there was a distinct moment, some time ago, which altered my life forever. Since that instant forward, the blindfold detached from my eyes, the cell door unlocked, and a subtle tinge of pallid light emerged. My vision has since been restored, the shadows from my soul rejuvenated, and the affirmative energy my spirit emits, departs directly from the depths of my eyes. .
I stood at the pedestal before an immense assemblage. Several relatives, various friends, acquaintances, and even a group of people I had not been familiar with all stood before me. Each individual in the audience sat there for a common purpose: not so much as to mourn my grandfather's death. However, we gathered that day in honor of his life. .
I was chosen to compose the eulogy for the funeral. When my mother proposed that I be the one standing up there, reciting my perspective on the state of affairs, my body froze. At that instant, I swallowed my tongue, for I was utterly speechless. Nevertheless, I tabled my fears, and created a tribute to my grandfather that impacted every spectator present. Considering my trouble with oration in general, it took every ounce of my soul to allow so many people entrance into my head. .
Henceforth, I have learned a simple lesson. Regardless of its simplicity, it takes most people a lifetime to ascertain what I have, for I have grown up prematurely on numerous levels.
