Maybe the world knew our weaknesses; it seems that the people around us know what bullet will kill us, they know where to hit the arrow, and it soothes them to see us stumble and fall.
It is sublime to read words from a short story and be able to unfold the character's life. Eleven by Sandra Cisneros opened an alley to our darkest secrets. We have those painful stories from the past that keep on haunting us on our daydreams and nightmares, and we will end up hating ourselves for that.
The birthday girl's story shows the reality and its inexplicable matters; it is evidence of how wicked we are to each other. We are all able of hating, and we misuse it – we do it relentlessly.
Even the tiniest thorns can make us bleed.
We feel pain for our own, but we are numb to the pain we throw at others. The girl who turned eleven feels like she was three when she was crying in front of everybody, and she wished she was invisible, but there is no way she could be, so she ends up being vulnerable – her existence betrayed her. And, that is us. We are conquerable. There are times we really are.
No matter how much we want to stand up, the ground doesn't like to stay still for us. We belittle ourselves because of our failures and inadequacies. We try hard to fit in and resemble what others have without thinking that we have our own sparkle. This world is a museum of magnificent arts.
We are made up of different colors, hues, enthusiasm, and passion through time and space – we are masterpieces. Are there masterpieces meant to be the same?
She's eleven, and she is terrified the same way we are stuck on a pathway, left unmoved, and losing hope that we cannot act our age. We are afraid that time will run faster than us, and we might lose the chances of doing the things we should do because we think of ourselves as weaklings, when in fact, we should not fix limitation on us.
Our age has nothing to do with the things we can and could not do. Build yourself up, solid and free. In this generation, people are going to hate everything about you. They will disagree either on the way you talk or walk or wear clothes. They despise the fragments that symbolize your existence. Despite that, keep your feet on the ground tightly and defeat your misery. You are more than what they see in their eyes. You are more than what you see yourself in the mirror.
Nobody was born to be a quintessential human being – everybody has flaws, inaccuracies, and failures. Loving yourself is a must because there is no guarantee that the individuals you will see in the hallway or talk to on the street will be your ally – they can be the antagonist in your life, everyone can be.
People will love to see you fall, so make some move for your quaint revenge. Change your definition of vengeance; you do not need to devastate them, do not drain your time on people, thus, put yourself above everyone.
In the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henly, the last two lines say, "I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." Those words speak for us to regain our self-confidence and bring out our best, but you can never do this without bravery. The day we were born marks the first day we are involved in the war.
Be a soldier so you could live. God entrusted us life because He believes in our capability to survive.
Eleven, the story of the birthday girl, is a gift of literature for everyone. It is a creation of a kind heart and fearless soul. The different faces of individuals in this world had been revealed. Do not let other people take your pen and write your story. We are all thieves; make sure that the world won't steal who you are.
If you have any thoughts regarding this article you have just read, you can freely voice it out. I will be glad to hear from you. I hope you did not just find it interesting. I also hope that you get the point here. After all, we are all humans, and we all have a choice. But when you are given one, make sure to make the most of it and choose the right one. Thank you for being here!
No one's perfect. I agree with you.