My life story

Hello, my name is Lucas, but I’m guessing you already know my name from the early blog posts I have posted but I’ll today tell my life story and the way I feel about it.

My life is not as it seems, trust me every life story at some points may have sad moments but there is joy too. Our all lives have little or big amounts of adventures that we don’t tend to realize.

I’m may not be the best with memory as I used to be But, I have some things to share.

I was raised as different than others. They raised me as a young boy
as the was no internet, full of life and joy, I was raised from learning about our world on television, by watching movie by movie, each movie was different of course but I’m aware each of them has an inspirational saying in them “like a little secret message”.

I admire the efforts people put into the films in Holywood. I knew as a kid it was made by our great professionals, which aim to inspire. And little you know I was kinda feeling inspired by watching the old school movies. I sometimes realized how the world is so perfectly replicated to a sense for young to understand. I find 1960–2000 the golden age of my taste of interests. I tend not just like the movies cus it’s movies but a new form of a journey to learn. I have learned many things from watching television from learning type respect and equality and take pride in living in life with others. As time goes on with me watching movies, The is no such thing as regret but a thing to learn from. Since I was a pole watching many films I saw occasionally an American flag, and since then I fall in love with American Films. I find out anything related to America was not just about America but how we see our Earth. It made me smile and be proud cus I believe we were all in our little lifetimes like little movies way different.

I have also acknowledged were not alone for being sad I also have recognized that as a pattern. Sometimes you make enemies but that may happen to be your friend at some point and that’s what makes life as hard to define.

But moving on from the topic, I remember When my father gave me gifts when I was little, tiny electronics made me more aware of how our universe interacts with itself. It made me think in an optimistic mind, It made me curious how the tiny light bulb glows depending where u put it glows brighter with other components. My father was always amazed at the simple circuits that I have made. My father was a very good man to this day I love him for that reason he made my little mind think differently.

At some point my father left, I started to miss him yet my mother was talking to some man that happens to be a relative that I was not aware of back then.

When my father has returned from the long journey. I hugged him so hard and said “I missed you dad” My dad was a whole level source of true family love. At some point during the time, my father had to go back again somewhere. I was upset and asked him to take me instead and little I know he went with me to England. It may not have been in America but that was fine, at least they speak English there which can be very useful for my future. When I moved to England it was a dark night with heavy rain and I loved the rain, as a matter of fact, I remember my father was sitting with me as my father’s friend was driving us to our new home, in the meantime, I remember the lights from the outside were going through the window as we’re passing by them. It was orange lights I was very confused why is it orange. And I have asked my father “Why are the lights orange?” and my father answered “Where in England” I was so excited to meet a new to come culture.

I remember my first days as I was in England one of them was my first celebrated birthday in a foreign land. I remember my father brought me a very special gift, it was a box of legos. It was a big surprise I always wanted something like that. I started building with legos and each time I finished something I have shown my father my creative skills as I have been practicing them always. My father was always putting a smile when he saw the builts that I have made and gave me a unique compliment each time with each time different interesting stories. One day He compared me soon to be my life mascot ‘Albert Einstein’.

At some point in my life, my father decided to teach me the English alphabet and came to the conclusion to sent me to primary school in England. So he has decided to register me in a school. I was so excited to make new friends. Later on, my father invited my mother and my brother to England as well. I was excited to see my mother and my brother.

When I was on the first day in school I remember I have met a unique teacher. She was an old lady and she taught me to advance English in a most unique method yet and easy method of learning English she at some point bond a relationship between her and me, she told her life lessons when she was young. And I somehow understood her on a personal level.

She sometimes as a reward let me print random rainbows effects when I was little. I do not have them anymore but I do remember having them. Before the paper kind of damped. Everyone who taught me lessons I easily fall in love with within a sensible form. I remember once a great very old math teacher I had, but then he passed away, but I felt that my math teacher had their journey’s end and I hoped he would go to great new beyond.

I sometimes felt like above in heaven watching out for me no matter if it makes no sense or what, but they feel proud of who I am, and what kind of journey I’m going through my life. I always dreamed of a ghost of a black man who cares about me. I define the black man as a god of everything and anything soon to become.

I sometimes talked to him in my dreams, but he always gives me that same warm hug as I remember. He was kind of like a best friend. Sometimes I did talk to him in-person as an imaginary friend. But the thing that confuses me I actually felt like he was listening to me. To still this day I feel him in my body cus I know he is my guardian.

I do not follow any certain belief out there that already exists I follow a religious path of my own. I sometimes am kinda weird, but keep in mind everyone’s weird, maybe God wishes me well. Sometimes I have flashbacks with a strange type of deja vu, that I am everyone but not completely but quite. I remember sometime in my life I have met in a dream a girl with full red clothing, telling me a gentle warning about my future, and how to not to worry about it.

She said don’t you worry too much, by end of your days you will succeed.
I was clueless about what she meant until I have reached secondary school. I do remember she told me to care about our planet as it still of its progressing through its life experience. She hugged me warmly and the dream faded away. When I woke up by now my teachers gave me a trophy for good progress, maybe it was for good reason that I have been learning very hard.

I have been remembering many great and good things in my life but did not know that was about to change for some period of time, some say the can’t be a film without the antagonist. Well, you see I recognize my secondary school life as a pain that is because you see when I first time entered secondary I have realized how the world changed and how everyone is completely different than me, for example, everyone had their own directions of life and how lifeless they are compared to me, I saw them as very judgemental and rude since they use rude words and rude manners, it was very hard to make friends at that time. When I have tried making friends it always has not ended up as I expected. The thing that I only received was hate, I always was that kid which trying to be very kind to others but little did I knew one day I have heard soon someone had to make a laughing stock out of me. In that day and beyond was getting tougher and tougher to make friends. Each time a day has passed I felt more and more depressed at the person inside. Until I found it difficult to socialize and open.
At some point in my life, I felt someone was watching me perhaps was it god crying with his tears begging for mercy as I was started to be being bullied at first for not talking as much in class.

At some point, I remember when I reached year 8 yet not knowing what soon was upcoming, all of sudden a group of people has surrounded me and on that day I felt the first time a sense of danger I was getting hurt and pushed around and kicked very hard. I still don’t know why they hurt me but it must have been a lack of understanding. But I do remember someone was giving out some lies about me. Until it was Year 9 by then I have been bullied every day but not just physically but mentally as well they started naming me names, which made me cry at some point. I was a very sensitive kid back then. At some point, I went to the librarian, when I have come to her in bruises I told her I was not fighting back but I was getting hurt. So she bonded with me and became yet another favorite teacher at some point. I always relied on her great support. In fact, I kinda little spoke to her. But I never have told her much about their bullies as I was terrified, I do remember her as a sign of hope and safety. I felt safe in her library. She taught me how to use a computer. And said many cool things about it. At some point, she gave me cardboard boxes and newspaper and I started working on my own personal art projects. And I told her the truth, at some point. She kinda was upset when I told her my life story of the school so she decided said an inspirational quote that I was familiar with in dreams, “don’t let that put you down dear, life is a great journey it may have a few bad things but it may have good in it too and remember this, you got good in you and don’t let them put you down” and she hugged me.

At some point when my bullies found out I was in a library, as I was busy reading a book. They sat around me and decided to kick me under the table, I started to be scared but thanks to the librarian, she shouted at my bullies and told them they are banned from the library and she gently hugged me and asked me if everything’s alright and I said “Thanks Miss”
And she put a smile on her face and started asking me questions about the book I was reading. I told her I was reading the world genius records and it’s all about new records that the earth made.

She at some points got to my personal level. She let me speak to her about my favorite things like Minecraft and let me play it in the breaktimes and lunchtimes. She was the best librarian who gave me some sort of worth of living in this life. She taught me creativity and once again a spark of my mind appeared I started thinking creativity within my mind.

At some point, I have grown older and yet have left secondary, I have thanked all my teachers with gifts with a nice warm thank you for teaching me. But lastly, I visited my favorite librarian and gave her the very best thank you and she said she wishes me well for my life goal and she will miss me. I still thank her for her support. She was a good staff member in the library and a great supporter.

And once again I was moved to college things started kinda getting better. But I still kinda got picked on but this time nor physically or mentally. I was started to make new friends. They’re still not kind of like friends but it was a good starter.

But as time goes on, I tried to socialize but it was hard cus I was terrified and it difficult.

At some point, I went to a mental hospital which I’ll explain later.
And I started to think of the world as I used to.
It was a good and scary feeling. But I was brave I have recovered my original soul. At some point, despite having a little mental health problem I had the confidence of an American eagle. I started once again working on hard my computer I am learning and discovering and inventing peculiar skills. I have managed to talk to people around the world and hoped to share my story. My English evolved to sound very British all though all my love goes to the past and presents the interests of America. I was glad to make friends from America and yet understanding what they say. I find America a country of every culture.

It’s a pleasure reader, thank you a lot for once again reading the blog post of my life story, and hope to see you next time.

At this moment I’m happy you took your time reading this reader, I find you very a good friend. I hope you stick around here and may become my favorite friend maybe.