Essagraph #14

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English 9

Mr. H. Salsich

February 9

My Prophecy

Long ago there was a man peacefully awaiting his death, thinking back on his transformed life, but also looking to the future seeing some pain and suffering, but then tranquility. As I look into the future as a young woman, I see my whole life ahead of me. I see agonizing endings and fresh beginnings. I see the rest of this year flash before my eyes, and then its over, just like that. The academic work, the extracurricular activities, all of the good times come to an end. My friends with hug me and I will cry, and cry. The thing is though, I know that this pain and suffering is inevitable just like seasons change and people pass in and out of my life. I see the leaves reddening once again, and me entering my new school, wherever that may be. I see my new friends, but I also see my old friends because I will never, ever forget them. They have made me who I am today, and without them I don't think I would be able to make it. Furthermore, I admire the man facing the Guillotine. He was so ready, so relaxed, I didn't understand it. He didn't fight what was happening to him; he just went with it. I hope that when the day comes, I can be as ready as him to move onto another chapter in my life. When I think of the future now, leaving my friends, my school, and my comfort zone, I don't know how I will bare it. When that day comes, the day that I go to the Guillotine, I want to be just like Sydney Carton because everyone knows you can't fight the future.