Memoirs - Course 2 - Week 4

 Think of a mission statement for your essay or memoir. That is, what is the overall argument you want to make or the question your want to pose? Now write a page or so (say, 400-500 words) exploring that idea, explaining what you learned over the course of the events you are going to be describing in your piece, and what you think this experience means or says about life and/or the specific topic you are contemplating. In the final, full-length version of your story, you may of course be subtle about this, but for this exercise be entirely direct. In straightforward language, simply try to articulate for yourself what it is you are getting at, what you mean to say.

You did not need to lose your own peace to make a point.

In this personal essay, I am going to explain how I was affected by the rush, by adrenaline. Being young and dumb, or immature, is something familiar to everyone. It is part of life and part of finding a path to follow on this strange thing called life.

But what is not a part of common development is being mad. I remember being constantly annoyed, angry. Everything was an explosion to me. The desire to be annoyed, awaiting a reason for a disclaimer, a reason to be violent. Too many bad and odd feelings. In this essay, I will talk about how God, life, and friends have changed this mindset of mine. How from the desire for imprudence and my own doubts has emerged an inner peace.

I am glad you are here next to me because it tells me that we might have similar issues. The need to be the strongest of all, the fact that help means weakness, that crying is a burden. That our women need us, our children need us, our parents need us, our teachers, our society, our nation, everybody needs us. At least a tiny bit.

To be honest, nobody needs you. The only person who needs something from you is you.

Through the following pages, I am going to present myself, my virtues, but especially my sorrows. The night that a friend of mine changed my perspective on life. The day I woke up as happy as only my dreams could reach, and the nights that life has provided to me, the challenges of saying goodbye to a father, to a mother.

The shame, the rejections, and the terrible feeling of betrayal that have consumed my soul. How with a change of my own perspective and a change in the perspectives of life, I have started to see my past self as an alien, as the terrible result of not feeling loved and isolated.

While I would like to tell you that it was my conscious working for me to be in a good state, to be true it was my deepest wishes that my unconscious and soul were working to gather them. 

We are going to see my early childhood, my teens, and my twenties, now I am about to turn 30 years old. I am eager for this new chapter in life. I am going to receive 30 as a great and loved number, because I am a life, and I am healthy.