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An Essay on Myself

It was a fine day of December, when I came in to this world. I have been the only child of my parents till then. Knowing that, my parents gave me all the love in the world that I could ever wish for. As my mother says, I have always been a nasty child and I wonder how my parents tolerated me for that since childhood. My mother always used to take me off the mud, in our lawn, which I never liked. Then she used to clean me up and make me sleep on the couch in the living room. Each cell in a human body is changed in time of seven years. Which means, that not one portion of me from that December day nineteen years ago is still with me. Well, gradually I turned five and started going kintergarden. My father would pick me from my school and take me to the square near our home to feed the hungry birds. I still don’t know how I stood in the center of the birds and not bit by one. When I turned fourteen and joined high school, I still went to feed those birds with my father and surprisingly, they would still be waiting for me to get food for them. My busy routine included getting ready for school, having cereal with my parents, catching the bus, attending classes and having coffee at the corner of my street, which gave me enough caffeine to get me through the day.

That day came when we were to graduate from school and start our lives ahead. Since my childhood, I have always wanted to be a painter. I admire the work of Leonardo Da Vinci, Pablo Picasso, Michelangelo, and Claude Monet. I always wanted to be like them and make a name for my self. But, it was that point in my life, when I realized that I have wasted my eighteen years till now. After graduating from college, I had time to think about what to do in life and where I see my self in next five years. During my tenure at the college, I learned a lot about goals and success. How I can be a successful person? How to follow and stay focused in my goals? How to think outside the box? These questions were answered by my parents, who told me to do what you think is best for you. To follow my dreams and to make them proud. Pleasure in life comes from encountering new experiences. There is no greater joy, other than having a changing horizon in your life.

Until now, the painting was just a hobby for me which I did on the weekends mostly. But, now I wanted to make it my profession. So, having my parents in faith, I took a loan from a bank and rented out a place where I can paint easily. My father has always taught me, to aim for the best, which opens up my brains to think wider. In this course of time, I learned a lot more things about art. It was my twenty-third birthday, my father gave me a surprise by arranging an art gallery of the painting painted by me. It was the best day in my life and I could not wish for more. As a result, one of my paintings was called upon to be displayed in a gallery in the middle of the city. I was so proud that day and my parents too. These things started picking up pace within no time. And I became a professional painter of that town. I bought a new car for my self, bought a new house and did everything that I wished of. I went to other countries in Europe to display my work.

There came a point where I started cutting up ties with my parents. I became too busy in my life, that I didn’t notice what I’m doing. I got so much fame that I didn’t look back and what im leaving behind. My parents started to get worried about me, having such attitude. Whenever I used to talk to them, I talked with the rude manner and ways to make them feel hurt. Slowly and gradually, I started to lose focus on my work. It was getting out of my hand. Within a short span of time, I didn’t have enough money to even pay the bills and sold the place I was living and my car. I had no one around me to help. I realized what I did and what I have to suffer now. My only hope that that time where my parents, whom I hurt a lot. The cold breeze was swirling around the corner and I with mumbling steps, I was at their doorstep. I went to their house while my body was shaking with embarrassment. They welcomed me with an open heart and told me to forget what happened. That day I realized, what happens when you get involved in something you like and forget about whats around. Being famous is not cutting up ties with others and forgetting who you actually are. It is realizing from what you have got that fame. This happened to me, just to teach me the reason of life. The factors which can make you a good or bad person just by one step in your life.



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