The Misery Behind The Happiness Essay, Research Paper
It has been years since I wrote anything at all, although people do see me
writing odd pieces of music. But this time I am writing about my past, the past
that seems so far away and forgotten. I know that this account is hardly going
to interest anyone, but I do need to share my feelings with someone, or in this
case, with something. People see me as a berserk creature talking garrulously
of her past that probably never existed. And that is the belief of ignorance.
They pity me, speak sympathetically and listen to me the gibbering about my past
and my feelings. But do they really want to know about my feelings? No they
don’t, but if they did I would never tell them.
Night after night, I sit ruminating about my long-forgotten past. And flashes
of it just appear out of nowhere. A young cheerful, little girl with red hair,
playing in an overgrown garden with her friends and looming against the sky was
her very own castle. It wasn’t much but at least it was hers. So innocent she
looked, having no clue of what her future might hold. She lived happily with
her parents and playing with her headless dolls, while occasionally listening
admiringly to her mother playing her tiara. How she longed to play just like
her mother. And she slowly learned to play it. She had dreams all right, not
about the tiara, but completely different from it. Dreams just like a girl of
her own age would have. Dreams of her Prince Charming sweeping her off her feet
and taking her away to Paradise…to the land of eternal happiness and live
happily ever after.
After years of patiently waiting, he finally entered her life. And a Prince
Charming he was- with dark lean features and as tall as a giant. She wasn’t
sure whether or not he was her Prince, but what she was sure about was that she
loved him. Loved him with all her heart, and was ready to go to the darkest
corner of the world just for him. After a short love affair the young couple
married. But what the young wife found out after the marriage struck her much
harder than a lightning bolt. It was like an explosion. He was a drunkard!
And she couldn’t do anything about it. She was shattered and was like a broken
soul. All her dreams she had of their happy future together seemed so far away.
Every night he used to come home more drunk than the last night and tortured and
abused her. He even beat her up as if she was a thief. Her whole body ached
with pain. There was nobody in the world that could help her through the living
nightmare. Her parents would be sure turn he away and even the wicked doctors
wouldn’t even listen to her without money. She lived in profound misery. Was
this the Paradise she had dreamed so much about? Is it the treatment she was
destined to receive?