Today I Am 18

At this moment, it is over, and it just begins.

 

The eighteen adolescent years, seem like appreciating a picture, which describes the sufferings of life, as well as the pleasant hours that life endows me. Looking back on the road that I passed by, every footstep marks each single stagger and tribulation, where there were also fears, tears, perplexity, mirth and happiness.

 

As being an open-minded, naughty girl, I was more rebellious than any other kids when I was very young, paying attention to everything in curiosity, with mere obsession to those that attracted me. Painting at class, was just an ordinary thing to me, as it had been my world to live with. Hence, the path to my school study was fraught up with ups and downs, almost full of obstacles. As a matter of fact, there was no quarrel, fear, solitude in my own world, let alone put myself in the last strange corner of the classroom; neither be punished to stand in the lounge of cold school dormitory at dark night, nor see mum often appear in the school. Was I stubborn during that time, learning to hide myself tightly after being hurt, by trying to convey my little thought through my painting, while I felt immediately energetic whenever I grabbed my painting brush, with endless imaginations streamed out of my head.

It is an awakening, a heart to heart communication.

 

As I am walking towards maturity from naÔve, and trying to become a better understandable person, it should be attributed to my parents, relatives, and friends who love me. It is because of their patience, encouragement, and concern that make me aware that I am such a happy person; while it is the tolerance, understanding and comfort that sooth my pains time by time. My mum keeps breaking the bottom line for me, as well as the yokes, allowing me to be a free person and do everything I like.

 

In the past one year, my life accompanied with painting, listening to Buddhist script, reading and chatting with my cat. Only could painting make me peaceful, nothing else to worry about. 18 years old means that I become an adult, taking responsible for my parent, myself, and everything I do.

18 years old means to me no more sadness, no wandering, just go ahead with my dream.

At this moment, it is over, and it just begins.

                                                                                                                                                           By Yu Qian

                                                                                                                                                            2006-11-3