The Day I Found Joy Essay -- Personal Narrative, essay about myself

We be all in the gutter, scarce some of us are looking at the stars. -- Oscar Wilde One of the things that has always puzzled me is human nature, our joys, fears and madness. The rattling blood of the painful cramps of the soul that we call sadness, and the source of the multicolor daft parade that we call happiness. Those feelings have been with us since we saw the fairylike, and are discharge to be at that place until the dark and graceful death decides to cover the light of life with her soft wings. They shape e actuallything that makes us, our face, our expression, our spirit, our minds, our future and our past. Those feelings are what drive us to construct and to destroy, make us love something deeply, or with a unforesightful bit of poison (like one of the Borgias), make us hate something with passion. The source of happiness and sadness is the missing link that Ive always looked for, something so sound that will wake up my senses and show me the mystery t hat surrounds life. And one day, I found IT. It happened almost a year ago, on a slick spring day. The name of the day was Saturday and the place was Smallville, the city where I was born(p) and raised. I woke up early for a Saturday, around nine a.m. I had breakfast and decided to go downtown for a walk. It was a rattling lovely morning, a very beautiful sky, birds singing over the trees, travel in love because of the spring. It was as good as it was going to describe in a big town. Of course I wasnt alone there were hundreds of people walking in those same streets. There were young people, businessmen, many a(prenominal) different people, and they were all in a hurry, probably to go to work. I could hear short steps, TAP-TAP-TAP, and I could see many feet walking fast, very fast. Wh... ...all of that but the only thing I could say was, Yes, brother, do it, leap, dance We smiled together the people around did too. It was glorious I dont know if he was an angel, a dream, or a real person, I never will, but that Saturday morning he taught us all a lesson of life, of love, of all the beautiful things that exist in the world. He reminded me of the words of Jesus Christ promised land is not here or there, its inside of you. Its a state of mind, its the ecstacy of breathing, is inner(a) peace, is happiness. So you, whoever reads this, smile, hug a friend, go home and kiss your parents, the ones that gave you the vast gift of life. Shake hands for no reason--maybe he needs it. Be thankful for everything that you have, for your eyes, for your legs, for your existence. Be joyful and be in peace. And have a great deal of faith, please.