The Picture of Dorian Gray




































 

About Me

My name is Dorian Gray. I wasn’t always the horrid man you see in that picture. I used to be a sweet, naïve young man once. How did I then become that hideous being? I will tell you my story. It happened a few years back, when my good friend Basil painted that very portrait of me. While at his studio, I met a man; Lord Henry Wotton. He was a sensible man with a great ideology. He gave me many new thoughts that intrigued me. Because of him, I learned to appreciate my good looks and youth. That is why when Basil had finished the painting, I wished for me to be like the painting, well preserved forever. I followed lord Henry’s other ideas, they made me feel so great. I thought only of me, and it felt great, amazing, and pleasurable. I wanted to always feel this way more and more, and so I began to live my life in that hedonism that he had introduced me to. Everyday, I did something, that you may consider to be, worse and worse. However, I only had concern for myself and didn‘t notice the others around me. Although petty soon, I did indeed began to see that I was hurting others for my happiness, but I still did not care. Why should I have gone out of my way to make sure everyone ends up happy, when making myself happy is much less work, and also much greater for me. Now, do not judge me, for have you ever been happy when you have made someone else miserable? It is the same idea, although I do admit I did take these hedonistic acts much too far. After I did something very shameful to my dear old friend Basil, I realized that all I had been doing, to pleasure myself, was catching up to me. The consequences began to come, one after another. I felt trapped, and in response, caused more damage. Pretty soon, the results of my actions all accumulated, and they corrupted my soul more and more. Finally, I decided to amend my myself. I spared the innkeeper’s daughter in hopes of redemption. However, I realized that I was only fooling myself in doing so. I wasn’t changing myself, I was only trying to redeem myself for my own good, not for the wellness of it all. This irritated me immensely. I wanted to changed, to become that sweet young boy I once was again, but there was no way of doing this without fooling myself. No matter what I did to redeem my soul, it would only be for personal gain. With no other option left, and with no thoughts in my head, I tried to destroy the thing that had caused all of my bad actions; my beauty, youth, and self pleasure. Quickly I grabbed a knife from nearby and stabbed the portrait of my hideous sinful soul. With this action, I finally felt the sins of my soul lift away. I had finally ended my own pleasure, and freed the darkness of my soul.
 

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There's only one way to get rid of temptation, and that's to yield to it.