A Soul Belonging to a World Void of Beauty

A Soul Belonging to a World Void of Beauty

I remember her passing through the corridor with eyes always gazing at the students, eyes full of enthusiasm and satisfaction. In her physics classes, she would often analyze or assess her students. Due to her constant comments on my demeanor and critiques towards my personality, she became one of the few teachers that I considered to be a spiritual mentor. As a matter of a fact, she inspired my insight.

More specifically, she sparked the beginning of a whole new stage in my life. Her words still echo in my mind, "It is meaningless to regret past events; you are to take advantage of every situation and not just waste what you possess." Actually, if it were not for my teacher, I would still have felt as Holden Caulfield, struggling to be a "catcher in the rye." In other words, I realized that the sense of guilt for my past sins should be erased and should not be an impediment for me to use my potential.

Of all my mistakes, in fact, there is one that was the main cause for my guilty conscience: my acceptance of the unethical and licentious world we inhabit. I denounced our world, full of material values and secular acts, but nonetheless, I was part of it. Proof for this was my seldom astonishment towards its material values and my selfishness, revealed through my determination to prosper. I felt that I was used to living in this world, towards which I felt rancour. By approving of the immoral views of society, by not being aloof from the impure souls, I was part of this corrupted and lustful life. Fortunately, my teacher's words became my motivation to ignore my past. I realized that there is no point in my Hamlet's soliloquies full of discontentment; I realized that the cause for my confused guilty soul was the incongruity between my expectations and reality. Since reality does not correspond to my views and depravity is inevitable side of my existence, I should become used to living in this world. Thus, my past life is not to...

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