Brother
Wow, I'm just making myself depressed today. I completely forgot about this biographical sketch that you needed to do about someone until Steph, thankfully, reminded me so I wrote this about my brother:
He’s the only person in the world that can cause so many emotions, and not all of them positive ones, to flow through me. Ranging from absolute love to complete hatred, he can cause my equilibrium to fall from underneath me with a simple smile and a few words, changing even my outlook on life. Constantly I’m kept on my guard, unsure as to what to expect to be coming from him next.
My brother has accomplished so many wonderful things with his life, something that I find myself envying him for. I feel as if I’m always hidden in his shadow, cast aside and shoved into the corner, and that everything I’ve done will always be viewed with eyes jaded from the wonders that he has been able to produce. I know that it’s not fair to allow other people to taint my feelings towards him - he truly is a wonderful person and a wonderful brother - but even so I often find myself wishing that there was some way I could just make him go away. Always I’m being forgotten in his wake and the feeling of being second best is tiring, to say the least.
It wasn’t until recently, though, that I began to realize how grateful I should be for the fact that my brother was always there and was always doing such wonderful things. His greatest accomplishments, at least in my eyes, are the one that no one even knows that he did. Except I do and I know that I will be eternally grateful to him.
When we were younger there was a family crisis of sorts happening, one that I wasn’t even aware of at the time. Due to this my parents had been wrapped up in their own affairs and rarely were they able to spend any time with their children. I had been five when this started and, while everything was said and done probably when I was nearly 11, I don’t think I ever truly noticed what had gone on until years afterward. During this entire time it had been my brother who had protected me from what was going on. For all those years my brother had been the one to take care of me, occupy my time and energy, help me with school, and make sure that I was okay. When things got rough my brother always made sure that nothing happened to me, despite what may happen to him.
I know that I will never be able to escape his shadow, that I’ll always be viewed and compared to him and that I’ll never be able to measure up to what he’s become. But I also know that my brother has done things for me that I’ll never be able to repay him for - he sacrificed his own childhood just so I could keep mine. And it’s after thinking about things like this that I realize that I don’t really mind being in his shadow.
I started crying while writing that because... god, he's such an amazing person. I can't believe that I actually have this amazing person as a sibling. I'm so goddamn lucky and my sister is just as amazing as he is. And that makes me feel depressed because I feel like I'm never going to ever do anything nearly as impressive.
I love Miles, my big, fat, orange kitty. Here I am feeling depressed and he comes up behind me and puts his paws on my back and jumps into my lap and curls up all happy like. Cats are amazing. They're better than dogs, they really are.
He’s the only person in the world that can cause so many emotions, and not all of them positive ones, to flow through me. Ranging from absolute love to complete hatred, he can cause my equilibrium to fall from underneath me with a simple smile and a few words, changing even my outlook on life. Constantly I’m kept on my guard, unsure as to what to expect to be coming from him next.
My brother has accomplished so many wonderful things with his life, something that I find myself envying him for. I feel as if I’m always hidden in his shadow, cast aside and shoved into the corner, and that everything I’ve done will always be viewed with eyes jaded from the wonders that he has been able to produce. I know that it’s not fair to allow other people to taint my feelings towards him - he truly is a wonderful person and a wonderful brother - but even so I often find myself wishing that there was some way I could just make him go away. Always I’m being forgotten in his wake and the feeling of being second best is tiring, to say the least.
It wasn’t until recently, though, that I began to realize how grateful I should be for the fact that my brother was always there and was always doing such wonderful things. His greatest accomplishments, at least in my eyes, are the one that no one even knows that he did. Except I do and I know that I will be eternally grateful to him.
When we were younger there was a family crisis of sorts happening, one that I wasn’t even aware of at the time. Due to this my parents had been wrapped up in their own affairs and rarely were they able to spend any time with their children. I had been five when this started and, while everything was said and done probably when I was nearly 11, I don’t think I ever truly noticed what had gone on until years afterward. During this entire time it had been my brother who had protected me from what was going on. For all those years my brother had been the one to take care of me, occupy my time and energy, help me with school, and make sure that I was okay. When things got rough my brother always made sure that nothing happened to me, despite what may happen to him.
I know that I will never be able to escape his shadow, that I’ll always be viewed and compared to him and that I’ll never be able to measure up to what he’s become. But I also know that my brother has done things for me that I’ll never be able to repay him for - he sacrificed his own childhood just so I could keep mine. And it’s after thinking about things like this that I realize that I don’t really mind being in his shadow.
I started crying while writing that because... god, he's such an amazing person. I can't believe that I actually have this amazing person as a sibling. I'm so goddamn lucky and my sister is just as amazing as he is. And that makes me feel depressed because I feel like I'm never going to ever do anything nearly as impressive.
I love Miles, my big, fat, orange kitty. Here I am feeling depressed and he comes up behind me and puts his paws on my back and jumps into my lap and curls up all happy like. Cats are amazing. They're better than dogs, they really are.