(Source: wracks)
I arrived home from school, threw myself onto the couch, and switched on the television to my favorite anime show. This was my way of hiding from reality. I chose to be a recluse in my home rather than socialize with people. I was afraid of people, I was afraid they would hurt me. So I lied there; inside my home but, my mind was elsewhere. I was traveling with the Elric brothers on their adventure. They are characters from the anime show I was watching. The two brothers were alchemists and attempted to bring their mother back to life through alchemy, but failed and ended up losing more than just their mother. One brother had lost his entire body while the other lost his leg and arm. They accepted their fate and they did not grovel in despair. Instead they moved onward and were on their way to restore their bodies even though they knew suffering will lie onto their path. At one point one of the brothers had told me, “you’ve got a good strong pair of legs, I suggest you use them.” I realized that I had to stop hiding and I had to move forward. Even if that meant I would get hurt. I wanted to be like the Elric brothers, I wanted to be able to carry onward regardless the obstacles I encounter.
Pain is inevitable. Life does not always grant our wishes but it is the blessings in life that drive us to bear our sufferings. These blessings are sudden gifts, so we cannot expect too much. If we create high expectations they will lead to disappointment. On the contrary, a positive attitude can grant someone satisfaction. People can survive the most unpleasant situations as long as they have a small ounce of hope for the future.
People have the choice to view themselves as a victim or to look past their sufferings and look forward toward the future. Viktor Frankl chose the latter and he “succeeded somehow in rising above, above the sufferings of the moment, and [he] observed them as if they were already the past” (117). Frankl saw the unpleasant present as the past, a past he did not dwell on and instead he welcomed the future with open arms. Because he embraced the future, he was able to survive the concentration camps. On the other hand, “The prisoner who had lost faith in the future – his future – was doomed” (117). This prisoner believed future was not waiting for him beyond the concentration camps. He had given up hope. Since he believed the future was nonexistent, he knew he could not move forward into the future and therefore, death greeted him. Death was either the physical force that left the prisoner’s body immobile or death took place inside the prisoner’s soul and resulted in a walking corpse.
The future is a garden and what will blossom are the unknown blessings people receive. Sometimes, weeds will sprout, they are stubborn and sprout out whenever they desire and we must pluck those weeds in order for the flowers to bloom. Those weeds represent unavoidable adversities and we must remove them in order for flowers to bloom. We must move forward and not fear the days which will bring pain because, there will also be days that will bring happiness.
Thorny weeds infested my garden and I was afraid to pluck them because then the thorns would paint scars onto my bare skin. I was unaware that all I had to do was pluck from the root which was free from the thorns. Because of my ignorance, the weeds had trapped me and I was unable to move forward. My weeds grew because I concluded that everyone were self-centered beings, even myself. I hated everyone and myself so I avoided everyone and tried to bear my self-loathing. Sometimes I would attempt to grow close to someone because I craved unconditional love, but once I did, I regretted it. I befriended people and I became their support. I listened to their every word, I was their shoulder to cry on. I was befriending them for the wrong reasons; in return, I wanted them to listen to my every word, and to embrace me when I needed to cry, but that was not the case. I would constantly give and they would constantly take. That was it. Hence I became a recluse.
All I wanted was to meet someone who was truly selfless. It appeared as if everyone was out for themselves: they were being kind just so they could be considered a “good person” or craved for acceptance. It saddened me that I too was self-centered, but even amidst all my hatred and fear I still had hope I would meet someone who was benevolent and, one day, I too will become selfless. I knew I could no longer sit inside my safe haven and avoid the world, a world filled with malice, but, a world which I hoped coddled sincere kindness. I forced myself into the world even if I feared everyone, I faced them.
I faced the world despite my fear because I wanted to achieve my dream. Dreams are the treasures that we hope to proclaim, but life does not always grant us our dreams. A favorite director of mine, Park Chan-Wook, had once said, “I’ve always tried not to fall for the lies that say things like ‘you’re the only one who can carve out your own life.’… [because] life doesn’t go your own way.” We do not always have the ability to control what happens in life, such as the death of loved ones, but we do have the ability to accept and move forward. We may continue to search for the chest filled with golden amulets, beaded pearls and silk embroidered with our desires. We may also look at what we have as if they were silk embroidered.
The Elric brother’s adventure was coming to an end. They were unable to completely restore their bodies, but they were still content. Even if fate did not want to completely give them what they wanted, they would continue to find a way to achieve their dream. They would search even if there was a possibility they would never achieve it. They continued to move forward no matter what. I took the advice; I began to use my legs. With my legs I treaded toward the weeds and ripped them out from the ground. I wanted blue bells, poppies, and cherry blossoms to ripen in my garden. I have realized that people can be selfish at times, but not at all times. I have realized this because I put myself out there even if I was afraid of them hurting me, I put myself out there. I noticed I too would commit selfless acts: whether it was simply giving my dog endless love or taking care of my little brother when my parents were gone. Like the Elric brothers, I have become an alchemist; an alchemist is someone who creates gold out of ordinary substances. I am an alchemist who is transmuting every moment, even the difficult ones, into a moment of great value; these moments are necessary so I can move forward on my path toward my goal. An alchemist is someone who appreciates everything that comes their way, even the hardships because there is no escape from them and to reach their goal they have to experience hardships.
My footsteps are carrying me forward, but they are short, heavy steps and the weight of life is on my shoulders.
Where am I to go? What am I to do?
Life grows heavier and more persistent. She is tugging and pulling on my white stained shirt from the sweat dripping from my chest. I’m not sure if she is chastising me or trying to motivate, but she keeps yelling, “Move forward”,
I want to, but my legs are unable to carry both of us So many places I want to go, but I’m not sure where the “right” place is. Besides I don’t know how I’m going to get there. I plop myself onto the concrete floor.
Life frowns and says, “we should get moving, you know.” “Yeah I know.” I retort. Even though I know, I don’t know where to go and I don’t know how. “Please save me.” I whisper.