Since childhood, I had the burning desire to be an eccentric painter. I was influenced by many renowned artists and their prestigious masterpieces, such as the ''Mona lisa'' and ''The Last Supper'' by Leondardo da Vinci and ''The Thinker'' by Augustine Rodin. My passion for art grew increasingly as I crafted myself into an intermediate painter, familiarising my self with every type of brushes and how they were supposed to be used.By age 14, I had won two local art competitions, held by my art centre. My art teacher, Mr.Vine , had seen great potential in me and encouraged me to persue my art talent. Without much hesitation, I decided to take art as an examinable subject in my GCE O level examination.
I got deviated by the perfection I wanted to achieve in the art examination and when the results were released, I had only scored A's for my Art and English. My neglectance to my other subjects caused my total score to rise to 17 points and i was unable to get admitted in any decent college. I turned my attention to the School of the Arts or also known as SOTA. I passed the entrance exam with great ease and got accepted into the school. My two years in SOTA slipped as though sand would slip from one's hand and towards the end of it, I was one of the scholars and was assesed with distinctions for both painting and sculptury.
My artistic career seemed optimistic and I had great dreams for my future , regional and international. Everything seemed to be working out perfectly and my life too was quite pleasant until one fatal day, I will never forget that cruel day. It was midnight, on a Friday, I was withdrawing money from the neighbourhood ATM as I had made plans to catch a plane on Saturday early morning and I did not want to waste time withdrawing money then,amongst all the chaos and heracy that I normally feel before I travel.I was more concentrated on my Iphone , trying to check if my ticket bookings were confirmed and then I heard someone scolding cheap vulgarities in Chinese and I hesitantly turned my head away from the gang of, what seemed of loafers. As I was stuffing the numerous notes into my wallet, one of them stared at me with a rather intimidating look, I tried to hurry out of the scene but it was too late, I had already caught the attention of these gangsters.
A tall and lanky fellow with red- highlighted hair approached me , his hands were well close to something protuding out of his pockets and his eyes were locked onto my wallet. He yelled in Chinese to surrender my wallet to him as his eyes deviated to a knife which was firmly gripped by his hand. I tried to flee, but they had me surrounded. I yelled for help but the entire alley was deserted . I knew he was using the knife merely as a threat and as final option, I decided to fight them off. I rebelled my way past two of them, but it was futile, I was undoubtedly overpowered. The one with the knife got irritated and he stabbed my hand and all of them fled with my wallet.
I was in extreme pain and sorrow but was able to call the ambulance as the knife had pierced through my entire right hand.It was a gruesome scene. After hours in the surgical ward, I no longer felt the pain and thought everything would be normal again. But just then, the doctor stepped in, removing his face mask ,in a rather remorseful manner and he announced to me that my hand was paralysed and if they do not amputate it in the next hour, the paralysis will spread to my lower body. I could not believe what he was saying and how fate had devastated my life in the past twenty four hours, due to time constrains , I licensed the doctor for the amputation.
Now here I am , an old aged man. I withered away my life as a translator in the French Embassy.
I never got married and lost my parents a month after the incident, they could not tolerate what had happened to their son and died from heart attack. Although each and every one of the gangsters were caught and sentenced to lifetime imprisonment, it had not felt as consoling as I expected. My life seemed very pathetic after the incident and although i attempted suicide , I could not do it, I feared I would go to hell if I did as it was a sin, and despite the tragedy , that I feel I should have never deserved, my faith in god still remained. Now towards the end of my life, looking back at all the hard work and devotion I sacrificed to art and how all of it disappeared in an instant. My soul feels that the life given to it, was a harsh disappointment.
My artistic career seemed optimistic and I had great dreams for my future , regional and international. Everything seemed to be working out perfectly and my life too was quite pleasant until one fatal day, I will never forget that cruel day. It was midnight, on a Friday, I was withdrawing money from the neighbourhood ATM as I had made plans to catch a plane on Saturday early morning and I did not want to waste time withdrawing money then,amongst all the chaos and heracy that I normally feel before I travel.I was more concentrated on my Iphone , trying to check if my ticket bookings were confirmed and then I heard someone scolding cheap vulgarities in Chinese and I hesitantly turned my head away from the gang of, what seemed of loafers. As I was stuffing the numerous notes into my wallet, one of them stared at me with a rather intimidating look, I tried to hurry out of the scene but it was too late, I had already caught the attention of these gangsters.
A tall and lanky fellow with red- highlighted hair approached me , his hands were well close to something protuding out of his pockets and his eyes were locked onto my wallet. He yelled in Chinese to surrender my wallet to him as his eyes deviated to a knife which was firmly gripped by his hand. I tried to flee, but they had me surrounded. I yelled for help but the entire alley was deserted . I knew he was using the knife merely as a threat and as final option, I decided to fight them off. I rebelled my way past two of them, but it was futile, I was undoubtedly overpowered. The one with the knife got irritated and he stabbed my hand and all of them fled with my wallet.
I was in extreme pain and sorrow but was able to call the ambulance as the knife had pierced through my entire right hand.It was a gruesome scene. After hours in the surgical ward, I no longer felt the pain and thought everything would be normal again. But just then, the doctor stepped in, removing his face mask ,in a rather remorseful manner and he announced to me that my hand was paralysed and if they do not amputate it in the next hour, the paralysis will spread to my lower body. I could not believe what he was saying and how fate had devastated my life in the past twenty four hours, due to time constrains , I licensed the doctor for the amputation.
Now here I am , an old aged man. I withered away my life as a translator in the French Embassy.
I never got married and lost my parents a month after the incident, they could not tolerate what had happened to their son and died from heart attack. Although each and every one of the gangsters were caught and sentenced to lifetime imprisonment, it had not felt as consoling as I expected. My life seemed very pathetic after the incident and although i attempted suicide , I could not do it, I feared I would go to hell if I did as it was a sin, and despite the tragedy , that I feel I should have never deserved, my faith in god still remained. Now towards the end of my life, looking back at all the hard work and devotion I sacrificed to art and how all of it disappeared in an instant. My soul feels that the life given to it, was a harsh disappointment.
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