SNAPS

I wrote this for a memoir assignment I got in my writing class. I secretly like it and secretly hate it. I kind of meant for it to not make too much sense, so if you don't understand, it's alright. It's not you (this time).

I found myself in a dark, sinister place. Black pressed up, down and from all around. Out! I wanted out. Something had to lead me away, some light had to come in. An unforeseen turn took me down a new route. As my pace sharply quickened, a square piece of path rose to meet my toes, tripped me, and suddenly I was flying. Flying through the air, flying past the edge of the world, flying deep into a void whose contents were invisible and enigmatic. Slowly I drifted down, down, down to the lawn like a feather, settling lighter than I have ever been on the blades. I looked up, and there were tiny green people cheering – for my spectacular landing or the trip itself, I’m not sure. Their hands threw me peace signs and offered high fives. They wrote me messages on the ground in a language I did not recognize. My eyes shot to the trees for answers, only to find shrewd, grizzled men staring back. Some had faces that scorned, some seemed to pity me, and others looked on and wondered (as did I).
It was hard to distinguish specific features of the place I had unknowingly come to. It was familiar, and yet it was somewhere I had never been. I hadn’t visited for more than a minute, and yet I wanted to stay forever. Nothing was real and nothing was ordinary, but something in me said it was natural. My body had grown three times its height and felt light as air. I could do anything at all, if I wanted. If I cared to fly to the moon and back again, it was no problem. Even the most mundane tasks that used to loom in my life such as an oil change or math homework had somehow gained a glossy sheen that lured me with unspoken promises. Every gain and loss, every burden and relief, they were all transformed into adventures and blessings.
The rising sun cast a milky-purple haze upon my new haven and the spectacles it had harbored slowly disappeared. The elderly trees turned their eyes inward, towards each other. The miniscule crowd had dispersed and all that I was left with was the sky and my tired excitement.
Though I had abruptly become aware of the real world, the mighty, ethereal state attached itself to my mind and soul. As I picked myself up and dusted myself off from that trip I had endured, I noticed the melancholy feelings that used to be such a prominent part of my life had gone. I had come to a state of understanding. I understood feelings of hatred and despondence were a choice I had made. I understood that I can’t change some things, though I have no right to complain. Everything is a new journey to be had, fun is created and opportunity is everywhere. My eyes are now open. Enlightenment made its new home in my heart.