Every great protagonist has at least one tragic flaw. Achilles’ is his pride. Holden Caulfield fought battles he couldn’t win; refusing to grow up and attempting to protect children’s innocence. Gatsby couldn’t differ hope and delusion in pursuit of his love, living his life to win back the one that got away. I play the protagonist in the story of my own life, and one … Continue reading My Tragic Flaw
I remember the exact moment I fell in love. My mind has a way of recognizing instances that drastically change the course of my life before my direction is altered. My senses are elevated higher than the peaks of mountains, giving me an overview and heightened awareness of everything surrounding me. Yet, while I can recall the details of most of my surroundings, I can … Continue reading The Moment I Fell In Love
Everyone is an artist, especially when it comes to love. Millions of people paint, from levels of novice to Michelangelo, the same two pictures depicting love; it is the sorrow of its absence or the elation of its presence. Different colors and brushstrokes make up the works, but the images are the same. This is no coincidence. When a new love overtakes our hearts, it controls … Continue reading Love is Pain and Reconciliation
Love is serendipitous; found when least expected, but elusive in pursuit of it. Much of my life has been a solo expedition for love in an attempt to garner happiness. Through this voyage I failed to find the love I was searching for, but was able to discover that love cannot be expedited. I have been heartbroken and I have had my heart mended. The process repeats itself but the people … Continue reading Love is Alcohol
Recounts, Reflections, and Other Writings 