So you know those essays and papers you always had to write in school and how sometimes you might just be a bit behind or finally getting to it after a nice long weekend and your just like I have made a mistake. This time it wasn’t an essay but an open letter that is due in a few days. So you know when the best time to write an open letter is? 2 am in the morning when you can’t sleep for some reason. I don’t know what I did but I just kept waking up last night and just thought that if I’m going to be stuck up might as well be productive. Anyway I’m going to put on some music, open a window and enjoy the breeze while I write this so let’s go.
So where do I begin with something like this, all I know is what I’ve been told about how to write, and this was not in my set of skills but whatever. The story yeah, it’s about this dude named Victor who either wants to prove something or wanted to find something lost but in his journey he brought back a corpse and in turn runs from it and regretted ever giving life to such an entity. This is rather hard to be honest trying to keep this from getting too formal but oh well. Regret is one of the driving factors for Victor and lots of people have to deal with this feeling and sometimes it isn’t that random.
Now going off personal experience it can be rather easy to just pick a random event in my youth but the relevance would be mild compared to Victor but let’s try for something. When I was young my parents raised me rather strict and pretty much anything that I wanted to do they just said no to it and forgot I even said it. Having this happen a lot of things that wanted to do I had to do in secret because I felt like I needed to have the experience. It would always feel go for the first day and then over time it just broke me down and made me feel not like myself and sometimes I would regret having done it but would still hold it to myself to avoid it all together. Even to now I have things that I regret right now. When junior year was over I remembered my parents telling me not to do anything too hard for senior year and just enjoy it for what it is but what did I do. I thought, “Hey, let’s take 3 collage classes and it should be fun right?”, nope and not even a little. This would be simple to fix right but you see I held onto this regret and instead of getting classes changed in the early bit of the year I just put up with it and it just destroyed me both physically and mentally. You know this event kind of sounds familiar to something in Frankenstein when in Chapter 5 Victor rose the creature after two long and extensive years of working non-stop but over time it did destroy him in a more critical way but I’ll spare you the details for right now. After that semester I made my choice and got rid of them and decided that it seems fair to enjoy the last semester before quitting this place. Seems kind of sad when you think about it like that isn’t it, wanting school to be over sooner because you took more than you could handle and just wanted to quit right there.
I feel even though I’m righting this for a class and there is going to be a grade involved it should be the reason I can’t sleep but I can’t be the only kid that can’t sleep at night sometimes because they also have regrets and they hold on them like a cool breeze on a summer night. It is necessary to speak in this case on the worth and weight that regret can hang on and hamper what someone could be.
Now when I first came up with the idea of writing about regret from Frankenstein I thought that it would be easy to relate this to a real world event and that it would be a piece of cake compared to any other topic. I may have gone further than I should have because it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack trying to find an event that could be so grand that it would work for what I’m trying to say. I guess what my brain is trying to say is that regret that I’m thinking is more of a grudge between 2 people or a small group and not the world. I really would hate to miss out on some points because I couldn’t spend any more time just to look for an event but hey what can you do at this point.
At this point if you’ve read this far I should tell you that this is rather difficult to do when you have read the same book twice in a row and still have a hard time explaining how a topic is translated into the whole cover. In the beginning its all, “Oh no what have I done, I knew what was going to happen but I did it anyway.”, and just seems to just fall off for a bit and then come back near Chapter 10 when it’s all like, “Hey bro it’s been a while and just wanted to let you know that I want you to make another me. Ok? Good.”, while still acting the same way back but with more emotion seeing as some loss of life may or may not been involved with this. It seems like little threats and such are not all that good but when you hit a soft spot like in Chapter – I mean page 147 when this foul “demon” is all up in victor’s business and is just like. “So I’ll go but we will meet again on your wedding night, yeah bye.”, and that is to a point what ticked our poor pal Victor off and makes him regret the whole what 120ish pages back when he brought this thing back. Wow I was too lazy to go back and look for a chapter, really?
So I’ve been sitting here for a bit with nothing to write about another one of my personal regrets or more of a feeling that I’ve had recently. You know that feeling you have when you wake up and look at yourself in the mirror and you just stand there and think how you could have done something different and expect to change things that day but when you get home and feel like you have lived life to the fullest and just feel so good about yourself by forgetting your regrets. Yeah it’s one of the best feelings out there especially during the school year when your all stressed out. Well minus that last bit I don’t even think that you could have seen the regret in that paragraph of a sentence.
Why am I writing this or what am I trying to say? Well, I’m trying to say that you can’t truly be who you were meant to be if you hold onto your regrets and past mistakes but hey I can’t force you to forget. It all goes back to that old mentality about, “I can show you the door but you are the one that needs to go through it”, or something close to that.
It may not seem that common but you would be shocked that regret can be well know or more of a thought that passes you over a night trip. All these people just looking back but not letting it get the best of them and this shows that even though regret can tear you apart but also can help build who you are and who you can become.
It seems that after all this, like a good book, this would have to end and might not always be the best way to get through it but one day just like Victor you can shake the pain off and live life like a victor. Ha get it, victor like someone who just won, well that was my try at word play. Peace.
