A Place Where I Look for the Answer

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What lures the reader in? What makes a perfect essay? These are the main questions that cross mind of every senior across the nation. However, I may have a place where I might look for the answer. As a child I’ve always dreamed of becoming someone everyone would recognize, respect, and simply love and adore. Although, as the time passed, values changed, and as I grew up, all I could wish for was for my childhood to be back. My mother, a wise, observant woman, sincerely believed that I could be one of a kind. Her dreams are forever imbedded into my views and my most precious values. When it caught my eye in garage, I knew it belong with me. Its dusty frame was just barely visible at the four corners that needed some repairing to do. But it was not the frame that caught my attention and held my gaze for a moment long enough to understand its purpose. It was an old painting of a bouquet of red, slightly weathered flowers emerging from a massive crystalline vase. It hung on my wall the day since. And every time I seek and see no answer I turn to trace the long stems and leafs of the red beauties which lead to the bright flaring tops. Their graceful features make me wonder of all the different aspects a painter chose not to include into their trajectory on that enormous painting. It takes up a big deal of my wall and my mind. It seems as though there is no end to the long curves and the poised features of those charming red flowers on that painting. Although, there are secrets that are being held hostage by the petals; and if you just watch, you might encounter the answer that burdens your mind. Unmistakably, under each petal, there are ultimate responses to the questions my mind holds. They are just waiting to be discovered. This old, enormous painting of slightly weathered, although flaring red flowers is the key to all my troubles and I understood that the moment I

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