Cameron DeGaris

Pre-AP English
Ms. Woelke
27 August 2018

A Vile Task After The Next

It’s a terribly arduous and strenuous task, rousing oneself from an enjoyable slumber.
Bleary eyes rimmed with a shade of red as they stare bleakley at the dull, blanched sheen of the
dispassionate ceiling above, limbs screeching in protest as they jarringly move, a bitter and
sardonic smile would quirk upon their lips as the day commences once more. Slightly, that is -
There is only so much humor that could be found within one vile task after the next.

Such would be the predicament I would find myself in, to be precise. The morning a
monotonous cycle that lacked the enrichment of a merry, sanguine livelihood, such a retained
mindset would embed this terminology within my mind: One vile task after the next, another
obligation to fulfill. While the dour and glum approach to a day would gradually dissipate into
obsoleteness - for there was bemusement towards such a dolorous and pessimistic attitude - so it
continued to harry my mentality throughout the school years. Such was an accommodated belief,
I disconnected and desentized to the surly and sour stance that maladied me in morning. It was a
bog, an impediment that deterred the subdued sense of defeat from being supplemented with
ambiale enjoyment. Festering like a perpetual catch 22, I on the ire of allowing this sour
acidicness bleed onto my daily life, it would all barrel towards me like a jarring, frigid splash of
epiphany water.

Why?
 ‘Why?’ I thought, confounded furrow within my brow as the simple inquiry reverberated
within the tiles, ceiling, skull. ‘Why?’ the ceiling questioned, demanded, murmured, said. ‘Why
have you let this gnaw at your morality, hamper your lifestyle in such an abhorrent manor? Why
have you not struck forth to right the corrigible, to only allow it to become incorrigible? Why is
this so?’

It was an abrupt revelation, what punctured this clotting veil still an ambiguous thing to
me. Momentarily uncomprehending and apprehensive to a prospect, however, immeasurable
shame and humility at the incredulous sum of time that was required to acknowledge this. Inane
and giddy giggle bubbling within my throat as I stared upwards at the ceiling with baffled,
thunderstruck silence, so the question resonated within my mind. Truly, it was a horrendously
distasteful pathway I ventured upon - The morality and identity crisis left me paralyzed and
balked, attempting to ponder over what seemed so intangible with its presence. Stilling the
trepidation and existential crisis that churned within my roiling gut, although, steadily I came to
grips to what recently plagued my existence. Agreeably it was inferred that my disdain to the
monotone and mundane readily made this one manifest the mindset, while fiendish it was to heed
its existence. Thus, then, I was greeted to an apex as I grappled with this quagmire: How to cope
with such conundrums that afflicted me? Musing over it momentarily, a smile quirked upon my
lips. Slightly, that is, for such was moreover a relief.

A vile task after the next indeed, although there’s pride and visceral satisfaction to be
found with vying against such with an indomitable mindset and affable attitude. To become
indifferent against such disdain with utmost bravo and humor, I apathetic to what used to berate
me continuously. Undaunted against the opposition and slapdash approach I took to the day and
morning, unadulterated and practical with my fortitude. It would be preferable to die with a
smug, self-satisfied grin on my face; I’d like to leave this world to without exemption, a hearty
mind and indomitable will to do something in the right harbored.