Hope is like holding on to a cloud. While you are laying there on the roof, on a bright sunny day, you may think you could almost touch one. Even though you may not be able to, you hold on tight to the idea that you can. So you day dream, about grabbing on to that cloud, and flying away on it. Hope is what propels us to the next day, the next big thing, the next place in our lives. Hope is what keeps us going through the monotonous tones of everyday life.
Relief is like having a weight lifted off your shoulders. Relief is when you were younger diving down for that dive stick. Even though you got a big breath right before you dove in, you know you can't hold your breath any longer. So you are swimming as hard as you can to the bottom, you grab the dive stick, and touch the bottom with your feet. You push off as hard as you can! When you reach the surface you gasp for air. So relieved that you made it to the top for that breath of life.
Jealousy is like clinging to your neighbors mailbox. You see that they have the perfect car, perfect house, and perfect family. You watch from the outside because you can see that what they have is exactly what you want. You are jealous of their perfect red Mercedes, their 3 small little children that hunt Easter eggs in the yard, and you wish that your house had french doors and green shutters. So, you stand there clinging to their mailbox. The exterior of everything they have. The mailbox is at the end of the driveway, so far away from what they own, but close enough to just get a glimpse of the "perfect life."
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I really like the comparisons of emotions to inanimate objects. Each fits well with the object it is compared to.
ReplyDeleteYou do a great job describing extended scenes here, Jordan, especially in paragraphs two and three. You incorporate lots and lots of specific imagery -- the dive stick itself, the big breath, touching the bottom with your feet, three children, Easter eggs in the yard, the french doors and the green and white shutters. By the time I get to the mailbox at the end, I can feel it and my exact, stalkery distance from the house. Excellent work!
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