They said roughly 250 words, but its 260 is that ok?
"Sadness and fear. The one thing they all have in common is that they are ever-changing concepts. One may feel sadness, but the void within will one day be filled again. One may feel fear, but it will be confronted. Why? Because they are all temporary.
The first time I felt like I was in the depths of despair was when I was 5 years old. My heart fluttered as we strolled along the 'Appliances' section, gadgets and machinery were displayed along every shelf and table. This was a museum, I thought. And the best part was, that there were no signs that said "Don't Touch". We were lost in our own imaginations, so compelled by the glorious works of art, and not realising that our parents had been long gone. When we finally realised, my fluttering heart sank into the pits of my stomach. Mad, sad, terrified, those emotions were swirling like a tornado only gathering more and more pain and torment as it glided across my mind. Until I heard her voice. These previous emotions lifted away like a coat of negativity shedding off my skin. Although I thought it was the end, I was only temporarily muddled in what I thought was the end.
The word temporary is usually served on a dish with many negative connotations, yet I think it is one of the most relieving lessons to endure. Nothing lasts forever, because there will always be another open door towards a strange but hopeful path. This is why it is my favourite word, but who knows? It is only temporary."
Nothing lasts forever, all is temporary
"Sadness and fear. The one thing they all have in common is that they are ever-changing concepts. One may feel sadness, but the void within will one day be filled again. One may feel fear, but it will be confronted. Why? Because they are all temporary.
The first time I felt like I was in the depths of despair was when I was 5 years old. My heart fluttered as we strolled along the 'Appliances' section, gadgets and machinery were displayed along every shelf and table. This was a museum, I thought. And the best part was, that there were no signs that said "Don't Touch". We were lost in our own imaginations, so compelled by the glorious works of art, and not realising that our parents had been long gone. When we finally realised, my fluttering heart sank into the pits of my stomach. Mad, sad, terrified, those emotions were swirling like a tornado only gathering more and more pain and torment as it glided across my mind. Until I heard her voice. These previous emotions lifted away like a coat of negativity shedding off my skin. Although I thought it was the end, I was only temporarily muddled in what I thought was the end.
The word temporary is usually served on a dish with many negative connotations, yet I think it is one of the most relieving lessons to endure. Nothing lasts forever, because there will always be another open door towards a strange but hopeful path. This is why it is my favourite word, but who knows? It is only temporary."
