Good parts (when the quality is bad but in a story)

By Melross P

Song Translation: “I just wanna love myself. When I'm good or bad, love my weakness. Contrary to fancy expectations. Even if it doesn’t look decent, find the good parts, the good parts.”

“Oh boy, a new song, I wonder what meaning there is behind it!?”

The good parts—what even were the good parts of my life? Well, honestly, I don't even know what the “good parts“ are. Are the good parts laughing and being joyful as you cruise the amazing scenery of Disney World with others or being at the table for Sunday dinner with those who are living happily as ever? If so, then I haven’t really had a lot of those, especially now. Instead, I see a super exciting planned vacation to Disney World planned for weeks getting canceled last second due to financial issues and a Sunday dinner sorted out with no one showing up due to family drama. So much for the good parts, I guess.

Love my weakness? That’s ridiculous, first of all, and I don’t even know who in the world would ever love the thing that literally holds them back in life. But my weakness? That could really mean a lot of things, whether it be some people giving me **** about what I look like or what music I listen to, or whether the hardships and struggles that my family go through, over which I have no control. Those are my weaknesses. If that’s the case, that’s a huge pass for me loving something like that.

Love myself? Well, I don’t know about that one, and just the thought of thinking about that crosses my mind; the idea of loving myself is something I could never process ever since I was just a child. Every bad thing that would happen to me, whether it be someone bigger than me punching me to the ground or my parents fighting over something I had no involvement in as a little child, I would always blame myself for those things, even when I thought it was or wasn’t my fault. So yeah, I don’t really see how or why I could ever love someone like that.

Translation: “Everything's so blurry, but I hope it's a polaroid. Sometimes it's better than the 4K cam. It makes my blurry heart beautiful, eh-eh.”

I don’t really get it, and I’m not trying to say that my entire life this whole time has just been me being at rock bottom throughout my entire childhood until now. There were good parts and unforgettable moments and people in my life, but I just can’t get to see it properly, and the good parts are all blurry while the bad parts are as clear as a 4K camera.

I see someone bigger than me pushing me to the ground, hating my existence, and punishing me for no good reason at all. I see an adult yelling at me for barely failing something that I gave my all to. I see someone who wouldn’t stop insulting me when it came to literally anything I would do. I would normally ignore it all, but when I did it to them, they acted like I had committed a horrible crime or done something that was absolutely unforgivable.

Why? What is it about me that just whatever I do, anything other people do, it’s wrong? Why, just why, are the good parts so hard to see?

Translation: “'Cause I don’t wanna blame my weakness. I’ll love the way I am. Contrary to fancy expectations, even if it doesn’t look decent, love my bad parts, my bad parts.”

Wait, that does have a point. Although it may be true that my weakness is the one that brings me down, I still don’t want to blame it. Love my bad parts? Wait, I think I can actually agree with that one!

I get it now, and I get what this song means now, loving myself no matter what, even when it’s hard, and even when I show my weaknesses, I should find the good parts and love myself for them even when the bad parts are in the way because I’m different, and that’s what makes me, me.

I see the good parts now. I have a roof over my head and food on the table to keep me fed and well. I have lovely friends and family who I can always have near my side whenever they need me or when I need them. I have a brother figure (my cousin) who I grew up with and reunited with a while back tell me that he’s proud of me. Lastly, I have a lovely and amazing class that I’m writing this story for. 

There were good parts in my life all along, and the bad parts were just part of the process of living. At the time of writing this story, I’m graduating in a few months, and there’s still a bunch of life and good and bad parts that I have yet to see.

Though I'm nervous, I’m excited to see what the future holds for me, and if anything happens, I’ll give it my all to ensure that I’ll appreciate who I am from now on and especially my good parts.

For the Warrior Times, I am Melross Poblete.

Song ending: “Making mistakes is okay, find the good parts.”

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