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"Love Leviathan" My 10th Grade View On Love

This is a paper I wrote when I was in 10th grade. My old teacher messaged me today and told me he's using it in class as a reference for what she wants in personal essays. I'm sharing it on GAG because I thought that was sweet and wanted peoples opinions of it.

I personally think I did terribly but you never know lol. I mean, she likes it so there's that. I'm gonna add gifs and pictures to make it easier to read. The content will be unchained.

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Love Leviathan

“In the belly of the leviathan...one can either despair and perish, or be cheerful and preserve.” -Dean Kootz

“Nothing real can be threatened; True love breathes salvation back into me, with every tear came redemption. And my torturer became my remedy.” - Beyonce

There was a time I don’t think I would have been able to write on such a subject as this. I’d be too afraid of it. I don’t think I knew how to manifest the words then, but I felt it in my pneuma; my soul. Fortunately, I can now dissect, illuminate, demystify, and illustrate my feelings in my writings quite well. However, I’d like to start off simple and say love to me is a leviathan, and it's the most extraordinary and life-changing thing on the planet.


One would feel its descrying in the most internal manner most days, which, in return can leak into the external portion of one's life. As for myself, well it can be seen as that statement couldn’t be truer. When I undergo love it’s the most intense and vehement thing I have ever experienced. Much like a leviathan would, it devoured me without warning. You’d think the broken boats I’ve seen in life would warn me away from it, but humans are naturally drawn to the creature called love. Much like gold, glory, and the other common drives of man. Most are bound to cross it and be taken by it. For some multiple times, and the stages it takes you through are so severe you either die and lose yourself in its belly or find yourself and come out more victorious than you could ever imagine.


For me, I’ll list the stages it began in. The first there was fear. I had heard of the stories about love, seen the damages it had done to the ones who raised me. They were tortured souls that had escaped it then sewn their eyes closed afterward. So as I sat in the belly of the creature I’ve come to hear about all my life, I shook with panic. I screamed for a way out, I became sick in its belly and it led me to the second stage; regret. I blamed myself for ending up there. I criticized and began to deny myself the thought of why I was there, to begin with, and that led to the third stage; awakening.


I had been there for a while now, my knees to my face and my head low. Until I looked up for once instead of looking down below. I saw something I never thought I would in something that held me captive; refuge. A way to live in the thing that scared me, I accepted it for as it was and stopped fighting it. I built a shelter within it and acknowledged that I was there because something brought me here.

So I went into the fifth stage; curiosity. I explored the creatures cavern like body and found pits of life I never knew existed. And I admitted to myself I came to crave seeing more and more of it. I was enchanted by the science of the things I encountered within and dug deeper. Eventually unlocking more parts of myself as I discovered more worlds inside my torturer. I thought I could live like this forever until I found the darker parts of the beast. And I went into the next stage; hell.

In this stage I begin to talk about whether or not one should go through it or not; this part is vital. The stage of hell was the part many don’t ever get over. Believe me when I say it pushed EVERY single part of me past the limits created for them. Every cell, demon, trauma, fear, vessel, and vibration of my spirit was lit on fire all at once. The things in the dark parts turned me into a soldier, but before that, it had broken everything in me.

The wonders I once found refuge in within the creature had turned on me and became depraved. They bled my existence every day. Greedily, until I was nothing. My heart was torn out and fed to me. My eyes snatched, and my limbs and bones crushed into salt. To which I remained until a wind of the creature's breath blew my shattered parts deeper within, and I found an oasis.

And it led me to my last stage; healing. During my time at the oasis, I began to gain salvation. The waters of hope and forgiveness poured onto the dust of me, and I was reborn. The darkness that had once crushed me began to uplift me with vigor. I grew a new body and mind as the creatures itself worked and bound with my own essence to repair me; downloading wisdom and knowledge through my being as I became part of the Leviathan. The very embodiment of it as my loved ones had, but I made it through and became something far greater what I was before. That is my answer to whether or not it should be had or not. Love the leviathan can be scary, painful, terrifying, brutal, and soul-shattering. However, it’s only to demolish one's previous state and birth a new superior one. It is a choice of whether or not you choose to stay defeated or come back even stronger than you were before.

"Love Leviathan" My 10th Grade View On Love
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