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By Dominic Huang 10D

TRUTH
One thing that always bothers me is truth. How much truth is there out there in the world? How much
of the truth do I know? Do I know the whole truth, part of the truth or none of the truth? Anyway,
theres one thing I know for sure now that Im old and wise and that is- one never knows the whole
truth. As Im in my rocking chair, pondering about my life, my ups and downs, I realize something, truth
doesnt exist. It is always bended, twisted and retold. Every time it is retold, it is a different truth.
School is a part of everyones life. Education is a fundamental aspect in peoples lives. I remember I
attended an ordinary primary school when I was young. I had reading time every day where I found a
quiet spot and read a book from the box. The box was huge and painted a shade of navy blue. Inside, it
contained numerous books. It contained books about possums and their magic, cats and their hats and
thousands of other kids books, but I always jumped in and searched for the biographies, the stories of
other people. After each book, I discussed their lives with my teacher. After reading a biography about
an athlete who won numerous awards and was famous, I asked, How can his life be so perfect? She
smiled at me kindly, put her arm around my little shoulder and replied, Everything we read or see is a
perception or perspective, not the whole truth. I did not understand what perception or perspective
was back then so I nodded and went back to the box to find another book.
I remember one night when I was older and taking a Philosophy exam about What is Truth, the saying
echoed back to me as the dictionary showed p words. With the help of the dictionary, I deciphered the
meaning. I ended my essay with, Truth is like the moon, we only see one side. We are only given one
side. Everything we see and know is someone elses view and mindset, not the entirety of truth. So is
there really truth in the world? The question cost me many hours of nights when I was supposed to be
sleeping. Is everything we know, just parts of what the previous generation knew? If some of the
knowledge was undesirable, would they still share it with us? Is it only half the truth? I pondered and
pondered and still I have not come up with an answer.
When I turned eighteen, I was shocked, not because I lived for 18 years, but because of all the things I
was allowed to do now that I was officially not a child. Drinking, voting and driving just to name a few; so
many aspects of life which I never knew about. It was like seeing the dark side of the moon. I remember
questioning society, Why wasnt I given exposure to these things from the moment I was born? This is
my life; I can do what I want with it. I kept thinking what more do I not know about? Many values I
learnt when I was in school dissipated when I turned 18 which begged me to wonder, How much of
school, is actually genuine, how much of it is the real truth?
I remember marrying the woman I loved when I was thirty. It was an amazing feeling, a feeling I cannot
describe. She lit up my world; she was the spark in my life. How quickly the spark died is unbelievable.
After five years, she had turned into the bane in my life. I still cry myself to sleep some nights thinking
about her. Did she mean it all those times when she said she loved me? Did she miss me when I did not
see her? Was it all a lie? Nevertheless, through all the pain of life, I am finally nearing the end. I sit in my
rocking chair writing this reflection on my questioning of life and society. I pick up a dictionary so I can
conclude my piece extravagantly.
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Truth does not exist. It is merely a perspective or perception. Life is censorship. Censorship is life. There
is no truth. Everything is censored. It is the way of life.

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Written Explanation
This writing piece portrays aspects in life when censorship occurs. In a sense, it shows how everything is
censored which was the prompt used. The goal of my writing structure and technique is to allow the
reader to easily relate to it, thus allowing them to ponder about censorship. This piece is written in first
person in order to display emotion, feelings and thoughts, things that ordinary people can relate to and
reflect on. Often in life, thoughts about society cannot be expressed freely as it is against a societys
rules and norms. Thus, writing is the only way to express their views. The story follows the life of the
narrator as he reflects on certain aspects in his life (school, marriage etc) and where censorship has
occurred. A constant motif arises through each memory to reiterate the message that the narrator is
trying to put forward- truth. Is there such a thing as truth if one is never really told the whole truth? Is
everything in life just censored? Is anything genuinely true? The purpose of the last few sentences was
to provide a side to the argument of censorship. Whether the reader agrees or disagrees with the
narrators final words, they are left pondering about their own lives, if censorship really is everywhere.
That thought and pondering is what I wanted to achieve.

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