English 101 compilation

Paper 3: Definition Essay: Wonderwall

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I stand in front of the wonderwall. I gawked at the massive size. Endless upward. Endless to the right. Endless to the left. Only a small crack to peer through. In complete shock I starred at the wall, my curiosity growing by the second. But not only curiosity, fear as well.

What could be on the other side? An optimist would think, "Oh how great it must be over there!" A pessimist would only think of the despair the other side could have. Could this place hidden on the other side be where dreams come to life? Or is it the place where nightmare reign? A realist would tell me just to look. This troubled feeling began to fill me with anxiety.

What if I do not wish to learn what is on the other side? What if it is a beautiful palace? Is it a place where everyone knows no harm and everyone is at peace? A place where someone, like me, can escape to and never have to worry again. I would go on an endless search trying to find where I could escape there. I would more than likely starve to death before I ever find any end to the wall.

On the other hand, it could be a horrible arrangement of evil beings on the other side, where blood is painted on the sidewalks. A place where the people are under a harsh dictator that cares nothing for their lives. A place where slavery is just common. I would be so troubled by this that I would push myself to find an entrance! I must be the one to cause an uprising against this brute. I shall be the hero!

I then pause as the unknown third option crept into my head. What if it was exactly the same? What if there was no other option than the world I live in now? That where I live is the best it could ever get. That there is nothing, truly nothing, out there behind this oversized wall. No...I refuse to believe that! If nothing was truly different on the other side, I would simply march until I find the nonexistent opening and scour the land until I find something different.

This giant wall became more of a conflict than the actual wonderwall it was supposed to be by making someone like me reflect both how simple and difficult my life is with one mere swoop. Would I really be okay to look through the crack and then just simply walk away? No...of course not. I would either be driven by greed or my own need to find something different.

What was this wonderwall? A barrier to protect us? Or to protect the other side? Was it simply built by a crazy old person with nothing better to do or did it have some unbelievable purpose that I could not fathom? And why was the crack there? To taunt what was on the other side or to show proof how worse off it was over there.

I simply could not take it anymore. I marched boldly to the wall, not listening to anything other than my curiosity. I finally peered through the crack. My eyes widened in shock...I knew it. I sighed as I faced my right and began to walk

 

Definition:

Source: Urban Dictionary

Wonderwall:

A barrier which separates the mundane from the Transcendent Reality. A true Wonderwall will always have a crack, or a slit or an opening which allows anyone a glimpse of what lies beyond the Wonderwall.