The Lost Battle of Choices
In this world, there are people that you learn from all in part of the search for evolvement in their personal growth. Some aren’t so lucky and are burned by the person they try to grow from. Humans are an unpredictable species that react on instinct. It’s all a part of a defensive mechanism that stems from various traumatic events that either took place during childhood and or congenital disability. Now is this a viable excuse for destructively draining behavior as an adult? The answer is no, and it cannot be given since we are taught from childhood right from wrong. It is inexcusable; every day, you decide to react differently because every action has an equal positive or negative reaction. It is a choice impacted partly by what you have experienced learned from others; and what you know is right and wrong. When you’re consciously aware of what is okay and what is not, there shouldn’t be any confusion hindering your negative response to whatever has been said. Then you ask yourself, do I choose lies, or do I choose integrity and own up to my faults as an adult should? Prime, case, and point, a young woman was studying to make a name for herself, she begins her academic career by trying hard to succeed. She meets someone, another young woman- however, she’s different. This woman’s story is to achieve because she comes from an angered household full of evil and probably a menace to society if the laws were other and killing was legal. As damaged as she is, she tries to keep her head high- but she’s barely floating the surface, while at college, she brings her darkness with her, leaving others to look for their flashlights. It’s already dark in the countryside as it is; the students ask themselves, what makes us want to be covered entirely in darkness even while being on God’s property? In truth, this didn’t stop the troubled woman from indirectly hurting those close to her. The physical evidence wasn’t enough for her to own up to her involvement in the wager, so she denies until all that’s left is the Instagram post she posed as a victim of, knowing very well it is her fault.
This I Believe for Memoirs of a Psychiatric Facility
Four years ago, I was given an assignment for critical thinking. We had to write an article on society’s constant changes and the ways people overcame them. The differences it brings and the stories shared. So, in spirit, I spent my days volunteering at a psychiatric facility. I’ve seen people of all ethnicities, all shapes, and sizes. People walking and people talking; they’re all around. They look different, and most of the time, they are just that… different. That is if they’re not like most human beings because, in actuality, everyone is just a copy of a copy. Being a volunteer in this highly controlled environment is a severe challenge. It has a Flea-market noise level due to everyone talking most of the time. I worked as a volunteer doing various tasks, including helping the officials to keep things in order. You have no idea what it’s like out there in “The Psychiatric Hospital.” It’s for the sick, and they’re dying of their own grief because of their mistakes. It’s an asylum, it’s a mass of a mess, and no one understands that. Once you’re there, there’s no turning back; nothing’s the same.
On any day, things can change very quickly from simple and somewhat quiet to complete chaos. For example, while doing my daily routine at the facility, my duty was to clean the bathrooms. One memorable interaction that I faced with another character was the stories told. It always left you with questions; this character believed in something peculiar and unconventional; they managed to turn their belief into a higher power. They saw evil in everything they laid eyes on; however, it was taken to an extreme. Would you judge them? Of course, you would because that’s what we humans do. We’re judgmental people.
We’d give you a look of disgust when we see a homeless person on the street begging for change. We would hold onto our bags while walking down the corner to get whatever indulgence that we may want, afraid of someone robbing us, taking what we have, all we have. Just imagine that you were in a place where people didn’t treat you well and did not treat you with respect because of your race or religion. How might that make you feel? You’d probably feel devastated and shocked that someone would work up the courage to put you down. Sadly, we live in that place that’s unimaginable; because it’s real and it’s inevitable in our world. People in the facility have come to some realization that diversity exists in everyday life. What may be considered strange or an aberration to a society of people is considered entirely normal to another. In turn, everyone is entitled to their opinion. It is up to the individual to know the difference between what really matters to them. With all that said, society has sheltered those that are mindless and can’t be understood by outsiders; that’s how they’d feel. They’d feel scared of the world, what it’s become, and what it’s capable of. People’s say of others being vile is the mentality that stems from ignorance; not everyone is terrible; the world isn’t a terrible place. It’s the people that live in it that make it what it is. I think that we’re all a little lost and don’t quite understand what to do with our lives, and it all coincides with the choices we make as individuals in the world. My philosophy is that “life is what you make it” if you live by that- then, you’re in the clear. As a Christian, I still struggle with identity and acceptance, identity in the sense of “truly knowing myself” and what I stand for. I say this because we’re taught to follow our parents’ footsteps have set out for us; we’re taught to “repeat history,” and I’ve always wanted to stir clear from that and be myself, the best version of myself. My ultimate goal in life is to help others see that for themselves and share my ideas and plans of future generations to stop and say, “wow, I finally understand the ways of life” It’s sort of a guide to understanding yourself as a whole.