Figueroa, John Dave B.

BSEM A2022
PURPOSIVE COMMUNICATION
Activity: Writing Paragraph
Finding my Way
I am on the lowest point of my life, searching for freedom—
finding my way out. The voices are keep on coming, have no clue how
to get rid of them—although I cover my ears, they are still going through
my head, every single one of them. I feel like being imprisoned in a
huge dark cave, breaking into it, perhaps there is a way to solve my
miseries. However, I sense nothing, only suffering. There is no way I
can get out of this cave. There is no way to find my way out. There is
not even a hole where can I dig in. I feel so hopeless, alone, and empty. I
get blind by the fact that someone is going to save me. Nevertheless, I
am standing here alone by my own, full of monsters—I do not know
who can I trust, I do not know who can I speak to. It is getting critical
now, I see the plane crashes, I see the building collapses, I see how will I
die but I do not know if it is real or not. I see an old friend, waving at me
like it is my time to get out. But then, that getting out is on the other side
of where am I standing. Is it the way? Is it the only way? I teared so
many times, I cannot fight my feelings anymore. They are getting
stronger. They are getting louder. Finding my way from this melancholic
condition is just impossible. My life is tragic and I cannot find a way to
solve it myself.