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
feeling I get when I make a diving catch in the outfield to win the game. I love that feeling when my team is down by one with runners in scoring position and I hit the gap. Softball is what brings me happiness. Softball is the one thing that is always there for me. Others may not understand why people love things more than life, but everyone does. Everyone has that one thing that they fall back to in times of pain. Everyone loves something.

I believe that everyone dies Twice.

I believe the first death isn’t death.
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
death.

I believe that everyone dies Twice.

I believe that everyone dies physically. When my grandpa’s organs no longer worked. When my dog got a nasty infection. When my godmother got in a bad car accident. When the earthquake like pain was too much in my uncle’s brain. When the doctors try everything, but just can’t save my soul. This is the second death. The death that everyone experiences. The death that drags people to dreaded funerals. The death that leaves the loved ones crying rivers. Everyone understands this death. This is the death that is apparent. This is the second death.

I believe that everyone dies Twice. I believe that everyone dies in both an emotional way and a physical way. I believe that both deaths are important, but not all realize the first death until they miss it. I believe that many people take things for granted because they do it everyday, but once it’s gone it's a lasting lump in one’s heart. I believe that everyone should love what they have and do because they never know when it is going to be gone. They never know when it will be the last day.

I believe that everyone dies Twice.