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?