My Autobiography

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Autobiography

From an early age I knew what I wanted to do and who I wanted to be. I was determined and even sometimes obsessive. Looking back now I fail to find the transition between my younger single minded self and my current persona. Back then I would spend hours locked away in my room drawings cars and fighter jets, wallowing in the multicoloured produce of time. The rest of my time was filled with playground adventures at school, basic necessities and endless killing sprees on the computer. I look back now and wonder who or what made me. Trying to see what influenced my young eager mind, which now in hindsight is obvious, reading. Books filled my mind with weird and wonderful ideas, worlds without rules or laws and daring feats. My early world was innocent and naïve to the problems of society. I was free.

The gentle stream flowed and meandered through the leafy forest. The thick oaks lay austerely at its banks providing sanctuary from life’s troubles. A thousand loving mothers clutching their young. The lucid water slowly lapped its way up the shingle beach. The tranquil sky, pure, smudged only when a white foamy cloud sails wistfully towards the horizon, suspended in the heavens. Each moment was eternity and I wished only to capture these few seconds and leave them unblemished for ever. Illusions of great wings protruding from my back filled my mind as I hoped only to raise them and fly. Fly up and join the darting swallows on their divine platforms, to sing so sweet and swoop so gracefully. I stood upon a rock and look down while the breeze rustled my hair. Contemplation absorbed me as I looked upon the everlasting blue of the river and the heartbeat that is my life. How vast is the world and I am but a speck. Carefully I descended.

My younger self often wondered. I wanted to know more, to find out first hand, to explore. I was isolated in a sphere of imagination. Trapped by gravity, chained to the ground. No escaping her cruel cool clutch. Caged and strangled freedom is far off.

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Water licked the beaches golden sands and lapped up the land before it. I sat their on my folded beach towel dreaming. Just dreaming. Nothing special. Nothing strange. I could have sat their forever in the warm of the waning sun and the gentle flickering of the sea. The characteristic sail-shaped hotel rose above me. The calming aura of water engulfed me. Countless waves washed my soul away to peaceful silence. The crumbling sand gives way under my hands as I push up off of the ground. A sea gull dips overhead as I lift my snorkel out of the ...

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