Personal Statement The Heart Of London - 1131 Words

Loneliness. Privacy. Anonymity. It’s funny, that words never usually associated with living in a capital city, apply so perfectly to me, however, it is the sad reality faced by a typical 28 year old Brit in the ‘heart’ of London. Conference calls, big red buses and the swarm of tall, grey-suited businessmen with briefcases fighting their way through the typical morning rush to the safety of their 100th floor offices, are all a world apart from the isolated one I exist in. To think that not one in a city populated by 8.5 million would ever stop to spare even a second of their time to converse with me, helps to remind me of the burden I must be to the world. I’m guessing these feelings must have all begun after my brother Graham died – at†¦show more content†¦However, what was different about Graham was that he was the polar opposite of all the dull, arrogant and narrow-minded people I am forced to associate myself with every day. The most important human quality Graham admired was honesty – not just honesty to everyone around you, but honesty to yourself. And this is what made him a role model to so many – obviously in addition to the delicate way he used words to protect what he believed in. He was, still is, my brother. Even in the quiet commotion of life in the never-changing village where we grew up, Graham never failed to make clear to everyone his love for adventure. Always climbing trees and jumping over rivers, it seemed like nothing made him happier than the incomparable feeling of adrenaline pumping through his body. He always appeared to be basing his life on some sort of adventure movie. Guaranteed, he could make even our small uneventful village full of adventure. There was a hole in the hearts of everyone in that village when he died. The only source of excitement and thrill had been taken away. That is why I had to leave. He was everywhere. He still is everywhere. Why did I think that moving away would change that? Back then I couldn’t escape him and I still can’t. He is inescapable. I was drowning in my own despair by thoughts, having lost someone who by nature