FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE OF EXISTENCE
Existence is beyond the power of words.
--Lau Tzu
I can’t specify what figurative language I should use in order to describe my whole life. No matter how long my write up is, it remains useless. As I exist in this trickery world, simile nor metaphor is not enough to express my story. Since I’m confused on what figures of speech to apply, I decided to write a revelation from my story for sixteen years.. I come up with this so that the reader will be the one to distinguish what symbolic languages can be found in my memoir.
I do accept that all living organisms have its own uniqueness. Well in my part, it is very painful to be underestimated by my own family. Every time I participate in a school contest, they always stop me saying that it’s just a waste of time. Whenever I heard that annoying words, I felt I am as minute as an ant.
Each time they pull me down, I feel like a scarecrow that stands in the middle of a rice field. Their voices are like a strong wind that makes the scarecrow out of balance and stumble after. But unlike scarecrow, I am a human being who has a heart that beats and feels and a brain that think.
People may think that I am Samson but I am not. Sometimes, I thought to myself, why I can’t be strong and hard as a rock? However, I tried to meet my family’s expectations. I did everything just to please them but there’s no effect at all! As of what I know, family support is the foundation of an individual to pursue his/her dreams. But in my part, it seems that they are the one who put a dot in order for me to be stocked.
I know that they have a good aim, nevertheless they have limitations. Instead of molding they end up destroying my whole life. I can’t even express myself in the society like what other people did. It seems that my self stem did not boast. They help me to stop growing. Materially speaking, they construct building without knowing that the materials they are using were low quality. As a result the construction was built but, with just a whoosh of a wind, it was ruined. If we picture out the scenery, it would look like the 9-11 attacked.
Time comes that Atlas called me to replaced him for a while in carrying the world, and it feels like I become a garbage can-full of bulk problems- I went on daydreaming; hoping that somehow I will be relief.
One time, I saw myself on a play wearing a 17th century English dress. I was acting together with the famous actors and actresses. I looked at the crowd. A smile drawn in my face as I saw my family watching the play. They look proud. As I bowed, a standing ovation from the audience made my heart smiles. The red curtain starts to close when all of a sudden a hand tapped my shoulder. I was stunned! Only to discover that it’s just a hallucination. An exaggerated dream!
Other people say that daydreaming is weird. Therefore I am weird since I went on daydreaming oftentimes. Perhaps, I don’t care! At least, through this, I can build my dream which wasn’t happens in reality.
--Lau Tzu
I can’t specify what figurative language I should use in order to describe my whole life. No matter how long my write up is, it remains useless. As I exist in this trickery world, simile nor metaphor is not enough to express my story. Since I’m confused on what figures of speech to apply, I decided to write a revelation from my story for sixteen years.. I come up with this so that the reader will be the one to distinguish what symbolic languages can be found in my memoir.
I do accept that all living organisms have its own uniqueness. Well in my part, it is very painful to be underestimated by my own family. Every time I participate in a school contest, they always stop me saying that it’s just a waste of time. Whenever I heard that annoying words, I felt I am as minute as an ant.
Each time they pull me down, I feel like a scarecrow that stands in the middle of a rice field. Their voices are like a strong wind that makes the scarecrow out of balance and stumble after. But unlike scarecrow, I am a human being who has a heart that beats and feels and a brain that think.
People may think that I am Samson but I am not. Sometimes, I thought to myself, why I can’t be strong and hard as a rock? However, I tried to meet my family’s expectations. I did everything just to please them but there’s no effect at all! As of what I know, family support is the foundation of an individual to pursue his/her dreams. But in my part, it seems that they are the one who put a dot in order for me to be stocked.
I know that they have a good aim, nevertheless they have limitations. Instead of molding they end up destroying my whole life. I can’t even express myself in the society like what other people did. It seems that my self stem did not boast. They help me to stop growing. Materially speaking, they construct building without knowing that the materials they are using were low quality. As a result the construction was built but, with just a whoosh of a wind, it was ruined. If we picture out the scenery, it would look like the 9-11 attacked.
Time comes that Atlas called me to replaced him for a while in carrying the world, and it feels like I become a garbage can-full of bulk problems- I went on daydreaming; hoping that somehow I will be relief.
One time, I saw myself on a play wearing a 17th century English dress. I was acting together with the famous actors and actresses. I looked at the crowd. A smile drawn in my face as I saw my family watching the play. They look proud. As I bowed, a standing ovation from the audience made my heart smiles. The red curtain starts to close when all of a sudden a hand tapped my shoulder. I was stunned! Only to discover that it’s just a hallucination. An exaggerated dream!
Other people say that daydreaming is weird. Therefore I am weird since I went on daydreaming oftentimes. Perhaps, I don’t care! At least, through this, I can build my dream which wasn’t happens in reality.
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