Life by Naasir Bonilla
i opened my eyes on November 27th, 2007, and I had never ever been more appreciative of my accomplishments. But in comparison to the others, who had no chance to grow up as a person normally would, makes me feel not good. It’s unfair to others who have no childhood, who have no trace of their essential purpose of entering a life of change, to undergo an abnormal amount of change but still strive for greatness in the end. The chances of actually succeeding in doing so are never really certain. Life is like a sculpture. It is only represented by the shapes, shapes that would’ve never been sculpted if it was never meant to be. Life could be empty to some, but it is never just nothing. Life cannot be life without the many issues many encounter as a result of a simple amount of change. As I develop into my early adulthood, I would be in college or possibly ending college. I would possibly be attending some public college in the city, but I really want to do something that relates to my mentality. I want to go to Parsons, but it is a private school, and I clearly cannot afford it as of now. Can I imagine myself having enough money to do so? Possibly. If not, I developed some alternatives. I would like to do something with engineering. This includes fixing machines and participating in public works. I would like to do something with architecture, where I have the ability to develop, make buildings and such. I would like to do something with photography, where I could capture a significant feature in society that may only be important to me. In my fifties, I have no clue what I will be doing. Possibly retirement from whatever. My last days I wouldn’t want to think about, especially since I never specifically thought about those moments at least once. All I know is that the people who actually have been with me from birth and have held my hand through life won’t be present at that time. Life is just perfect, with lots of imperfections of course, where the outcome is always, always uncertain. But may the result be always, always expected.
To Walk in My Shoes
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