Personal Narrative: The Meaning Of Survival

What is the meaning of survival. what's the point? All things die, all things pass on, it cannot be reversed, it cannot be avoided. It will always come. Yet here I am, watching the world as it barrels towards as a battering ram barrels towards a fortress door, ready to destroy whatever contronts it. I know that is all painfully confusing, but it will make sense, let me explain. I'm a young man age of 18, my life is in its prime, i’m making money, gaining independence, constructing a social life and heading to college. Things can be any more optimistic for me. I spent almost every day planning; the future inspired me, and I felt the potential within Me. My parents were enamored by my success, I plowed my way through high school, obtaining every …show more content…
My life was starting to look up, and with the idea of college ahead, I was ready for my life. However, remember earlier the fact that I was almost certain I had peaker already? It was true. I couldn’t help but contemplate the amount of work I’d have to do to become a neurologist, which I had dreamt of nearly my whole life, and internally cry at the fact that i’d practically have no life. I had hit my peak in high school, I didn’t want to work that hard anymore, I wanted college to be a break in my …show more content…
As the plane began to taxi down the runway I looked out at the wing of the plane and felt a sense of relaxation. However, I noticed a very peculiar apparition in the air next to the engine. I remembered suddenly the line of smoke I saw earlier. My heart skipped a beat but I slowly calmed myself and stopped my worrying. I relaxed as the plane rocketed down the runway, and slowly lifted off into the sky. I slipped into sleep as the plane reached altitude, and began to dream a very pleasant dream. I woke to the sound of a noise similar to a pop can being crushed. My heart was racing, and I whipped my head in shock. I looked out the window, and I immediately grabbed my mother. The wing of the plane was melting. Literally melting. Some sort of heat controlling module must've malfunctioned and allowed for the overheating of the engine. The pilot came over the loudspeaker and called for an immediate emergency landing. Everything happened so quickly I couldn’t comprehend the situation. I looked out the window again and I literally watched as the engine made a loud lurch, and slowly ripped off of the wing. I stopped breathing. I felt the plane start to lose altitude, and my stomach ate itself inside out. I looked out the saw the earth barreling towards us, and a large body of water became visible. The screams pierced my ears, and all I could do was hold my family. I the earth became