What is
the Dark? It is a place we all have but very different from each other. Others
might lock there’s away or keep theirs from being open. As for me well, to me
it is a place where all past events dwell, where all secrets hide, and where
all broken dreams wait, to be fix and rise again, or to be lost forever. It is
the place where the monsters hide, the place filled with regrets, pain,
suffering, yet; it is also the place for peace.
For a place filled with so many bad things, it’s funny how I can find
peace in the Dark. Well in the dark lies all my regrets, all my mistakes, and
all my failures, they are all my weaknesses. I can let go of the pain they brought
unto me but I can never forget the experience I went through. The experiences,
the many failed attempts I surpassed to get here, the wounds they made may have
hurt but it made me stronger.
I’m not brave to find peace in the
dark I’m actually afraid of it for in it lies my past. A story about a boy who
wanted to be the best but could never be the best, a boy who was sort of a
failure to many things. He never reached his goals, he was always demanding, he
was betrayed by his class, was out shined in the only thing he was good at, he
was forgotten by many. He kept all those things inside hoping for an end, until
one day his despair became hate. A little longer and he might have done
terrible things. The Anger did die out eventually, and for a time he was empty,
he didn’t know what he wanted only that he was not happy. After wards he met
someone who brought the emptiness to an end, an angel whose purpose was to
remind him that there many reason to live for. The boy once again dreamed
again, but he was afraid that he would never be accepted and as time passed he
felt sadness overcoming him and it was only when he closed his eyes when he saw
the alternatives to everything he went through but he could not change the pass
he can only live the present and hope for a better future even if the future is
never in his favor. That is my pass after that I’ve failed in more things but I
succeeded in the end. And in every success I find myself facing another task,
sometimes it’s redemption for my past sometimes it’s harder than the last one.
Every time I remember that story it brings back all the feelings, the hate, the
hopelessness, the regrets, and disappointments, and I fear that it will consume
me again and I might do something I’ll regret.
I guess the story states that maybe I’m
afraid of people maybe I am, or maybe I was. All I know is I hate it when
people treat others like garbage, when they brag about their accomplishments,
when they think they’re so high and mighty, it makes me feel like wanting to
bring their towers down. Maybe I’m jealous of them or I just don’t like them
saying they’re the best. If people treat me like an outcast, I won’t mind, if
they need my help I would help if I can. I try to live by the Jesuit code to
help others even if they wouldn’t do the same. Yet I also like the quote/Law
“An Eye for An Eye” What others do to me I will return the favor and if it’s
their lucky day it may be more, or less to forgotten.
If I were to continue my story till
present it would go something like this:
The boy
graduated High School then entered college he met new people that are so
different to him, yet very relatable in fact two of them were kind of like the
reminder of the life he had if the bad things never happened. He learned to
trust people and eventually reach a point in his life where he had to choose
whether to stay or leave. He chose to leave, he tells himself that he is not
needed here and he wants to see the world, he tells his friends that he failed
to reach the passing mark by 0.20% in his chosen course and his the school
won’t let him take his plan B since the change of education system was in order
(he was a member of the last batch who graduated by the old curriculum and
K2-12 was implemented on the new curriculum), but the truth is he didn’t want
to remember some of the things that happened there at his home town. That was
kind of like a good idea at the time, now he misses his friends and he is
afraid that if he ever goes back he nothing will be the same and he would no
longer be welcomed there anymore. Two months later he still misses his friends
but now he has accepted the fact that his home will change and he might not be remembered
if he ever gets back, which means another chance to start over. Besides he did
come here to start a new life, and he needs to make peace with his pass in
order to do so, might as well get on with it. He is however making better
progress here than he was at home. And that’s where my story ends for now.
So why do I prefer the dark? It’s
because you couldn’t see the light when it’s already bright. It’s like the
rising sun after a cold starless night or like being on a dark tunnel with no
light source, the only way out is to walk in the dark, you might stumble and
fall, you might feel vulnerable, but when you find the light you know you’re on
the right path out of the tunnel. I like the dark it might remind me of
everything bad that had happened to me, but it also reminds me that I was able
to get through it, I just need to find my way out or wait for the right moment
to come.
-By Christian Q
I am passionate about playing on, and with computers. I would very much enjoy having a career where I can build computers for other people and for myself. This could be a reality if I were to get a couple of friends to join in on this idea. We would be in the basement with computer parts all over the floor and we would have a grand old time. We would buy old computers and refurbish them and make them the way they once did. This could be a reality in years to come, but for now all I can do is be patient and wait for the right opportunity and spend time with the things I do in the meantime. For now I can just upgrade my personal computers and most importantly have fun. My friends and I have a huge passion for computers and technology, we play video games and take apart old computers and put them back together. We hope that we can use these skills we acquired from doing this, and turn them into an actual career. We can take this information and these skills to us to the Computer Information Technology class and get a diploma in Computer Information Technology. We can take this and further schooling or we can create our own company/companies not necessarily working, but doing what we love to do. This is what I persevere and strive to do with my life. This is where I want my life to go.
