Personal Narrative: I Believe That Everyone Die Twice

I believe that everyone dies Twice
I believe that everyone dies Twice.

I believe that kids learn to love at a young age. I believe that it begins with their mom and dad, and then the rest of their family. They learn the feeling of what love actually is. I sit on the floor next to all of the giants. Everyone is smiling, laughing, cheering, for it’s the joyous season. My stomach is in a knot, but I’m not sure why. It’s a good feeling. It’s the feeling I get when I know that people care about me. That is what love is.

I believe that as someone grows up, they learn to love for themselves. I begin to be independent from my parents. I no longer sit at my favorite restaurant eating the food that my parents once ordered for me. I sit there, thinking about what my not so cow sized stomach could hold. I see that there is something on the menu that I think I might like, so I order it. I order it for myself. I no longer like the sports that my parents played in college. I like the sports in which bring me to my happiest state of mind. I do things for myself and no one else.

I believe that there is a point in life that everyone becomes who they are. They find something that they enjoy so much that their life revolves around it. I love softball. I love the
I believe that the first death is when the body is no longer able to do what makes it drive. It happens young and old. When my mom graduated college knowing that would be her last time ever playing in a organized basketball game. When my step-dad sang his last concert knowing his rock career was over. When I step on the field for the last time knowing that I will never play on the rich red dirt again. A piece of me will die. The peanut to my butter will be gone. It is inevitable. At some point my body won’t be able to take it anymore. At some point I won’t have time for it. They all have the same ending. The one thing I used to fall back on will be gone. This is the first