Your life was going perfect, well as perfect that it is ever going to get, and you never thought that this moment would ever come and change your world. The world that is safe, secure, and the most comforting feeling a person would ever have, but now your life is on a ride that is spiraling out of control onto an unknown path that you never thought you would get yourself into. A path that you happen to walk upon and discovered a sudden and unexpected feeling of astonishment and grief. The path that brought to your attention that your life was not as perfect as you would like to think. The path that will make you make a choice between your dream that blinds you from reality because you're too scared to face it, and the reality that will accompany the truth of life that has always been there from the beginning that might bring the most phenomenal and miraculous gift.
You have two choices: the first one is to give up on the dream that you have carried with you as a security deposit that contains your world prized possession of fantasy of how you wish your life would portray the bits and pieces of your favorite movies and novels. The second choice where you give up on the dream of fantasy and perfection, and live your life a step at a time without getting distracted because you are letting your imagination run off into a fool's paradise. Two choices you had to choose from, and you can only choose one choice. Two choices. One of those choices will change your entire world into a mockery, self hate, pity, and obstacles that would change you for the rest of your life, or the choice that will keep you in the same predicament of hope, longing for the fortune of life that will drive you into oblivion of theorize happiness. Which path would you take? Which path is the right one for you?
Visualize a woman. A woman that is the age of twenty-three. Twenty-three year old woman for approximately 2 months, 20 days, and 14 hours. A girl that is 5 feet 2 and a half inches tall, with jet black hair because she thought it was time for a change, and asked her beautician to put a rinse in it with hair that reaches her shoulders. A woman that is scared and frightened to step out into the world that is full of surprises because she is so afraid what the world might reveal. A girl that passes up looking at herself fully naked in the mirror because she is terrified what the mirror will reflect. A woman who is always told that she is beautiful and an astonishing woman who is always able to care for others in the time of need, but quite cannot understand why she is not able to obtain or keep hold to love. "The kind of love that is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. The loves when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part from love. Because this is what love is. The kind of love that is not breathlessness, it is not excitement; it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Love is the beauty of the soul (from the movie Captain Corelli's Mandolin: --St. Augustine)." Imagine someone who has a mother, that cares about herself and regretted the day you were born because in her mind you ruined her life once you took your first breath into the world, but yet a woman that is fatherless because she lost him around the beginning of the spring semester in her freshman year. But cannot seem to remember exactly, the month the death took place. January. February. March. A twenty three year old woman that has everything in the world that a normal person would kill for, but for the simple fact that she is not happy with the kind life she has. The void and emptiness that presents itself since she waddled around in diapers, but going through predicaments trying to overcome the sorrow in her life. This woman you are visualizing. This woman is me. Brooke Davis.
You may be asking yourself why? Why you are writing this passage? Because it is time to face the facts of life. And I want you to see through my hazel eyes, the life of twenty three year old woman, a fashion designer with a single mother who is a self-centered witch. I have two choices. One of those choices will change my entire world into a mockery, self hate, pity, but obstacles that would also change me for the rest of my life that brings me into a rush of fulfillment and self-awareness because I know once you get through the mockery, self hate, and pity I know I will come out a stronger woman. Or the choice that will keep me in the same predicament of hope, longing for the fortune of life that will drive you into oblivion of theorize happiness but quite not the happiness that implements of the satisfaction of what I need instead of the fantasies of happiness that goes through my head. Which path will I take? Which path is the right one for me?
Those two paths that will change the very mere of my supposed great life are named Julian Baker and Lucas Scott. Two men that are the total opposites of each other but have one thing in common me. Maybe two things in common my lovely best friend Peyton Sawyer and myself. Which path is the right one for me?
Author's Note: I am not for sure if I am going use the character Sam in the story, even though I love her character. Also please leave all you thoughts and criticism. Please do not be shy I need your honesty.