Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Hope is something that is present in all walks of life. Whether it's somebody who's living below the poverty line wishing for fortune to a middle class person hoping for a little bit of extra money to splurge on to a wealthy business wanting their company's profits to rise, hope is something that each person has. Although one's hopes can be diminished to almost nothing, it always remains like the seed of a flower in the winter snow, waiting for that small bit of warmth to begin to bloom. The ancient Greeks had a story known as Pandora's Box, the origin of evil in the world. Through word of mouth, people heard the story of how the gods created the first woman, Pandora, as punishment for Epimetheus' brother's, Prometheus, crime. Pandora was all the characteristics of what a woman of Greek times should be, and also curiosity. The gods, who are notorious for their cruel punishments, gifted Pandora and a box full of her "possessions". As told by the Fates, Epimetheus fell in love with Pandora. She was told by Hermes to never open the box, as mankind's future depended on their contents. Because Hera bestowed her the gift of curiosity, it was inevitable that she would open the box. While she resisted the urge, the need to know soon overcame her and she opened the box to release sickness, death, turmoil, strife, jealousy, hatred, famine and passion. Pandora quickly closed the box but the curses the gods had created were already set free. They wreaked havoc throughout the world before Pandora decided to chance opening the box again and when she did, out stumbled hope, shy and timid. Even with all the bad in the world, there remained a small chance of redeeming a happy world. But if hope was inside Pandora's Box along with all these horrible things, is hope really supposed to be beneficial?
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Happiness is a fickle concept. Many people strive for it, always struggling to grasp it when they don't really know what happiness means themselves. The idea of happiness slips through everybody's fingers so easily and so quickly they become absorbed in the fact that their fingers so narrowly missed the joy they want that they forget about the importance of what they have. There's no large thing that makes up happiness as many people believe. It's not when everything in life fits perfectly, unhappiness often settles in the cracks of a seemingly perfect life. Happiness swallows you whole in singular moments whether it be when you're petting a dog on a sunny day, it's eyes closed and tongue moving in and out with each breath, or when you're swaddled up in a blanket while listening to the rain. It collects in little gestures that people make. When a child walks up to you and hands you a leaf with a bright smile on their face, you accept the leaf with grace as the same smile grows on you. That leaf means so much to the child that they decide to give you the leaf in show of the appreciation they have towards you. The purity they possess is not unlike happiness. It's a brief moment where everything in that moment just feels without consideration. The thought of being happy doesn't cross your mind because in that point and time nothing else matters. The air in your lungs somehow feels different, you can feel the air seeping into your very being. The blink of your eyes become slow, your movements become sluggish yet quick. Everything around you is on fire yet so cold, a shiver could runs down your spine or a soft tingle dances across the tips of your fingers. It feels right in that moment, the reason why you exist doesn't matter because you're alive, and isn't living about feeling every emotion you can? Happiness isn't just one singular emotion, it's a collection of everything and embracing that you've hurt and cherishing the burning anger inside of you. Being happy isn't about having it all and just enjoying the good things in life, it's about reacting to everything around you. It's about having a soul.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Conformity is a part of life. We identify with the world around us and we shape ourselves to what helps us function. However, it forces us into a type of skin tight bag. We see others doing these things, people we admire. Our desire to be like people we look up to holds us to an unlikely standard. We function for ourselves, not anybody else. Every breath we take leaves an imprint on the world, so why not make that imprint for ourselves and not somebody we're trying to be? In a clip from a film called "Dead Poets Society," it showcases a class of boys with three of them marching in a circle. They walked until they formed a beat, the rest of the class beginning to clap in unison to their stems. Their teacher then calls them to a stop and compares their willingness to clap along with conformity. He then tells them to walk, however they want, for themselves. One student remains and when his teacher questions him he calls over,"Exercising the right not to walk!" This one student out of a line up of twenty some odd boys decided not to walk. Whether it be due to laziness, rebellion or to make a point is minute. He broke out from the crowd and chose to stand. Conformity may be harmless in this situation, but imagine it was in a different setting, in the real world. If somebody expresses a different worldview than the majority, there's a high chance they'll be shamed, rejected. Yet, it might give others who have the same outlook on life to stand up and come forward. It might even make those people who disagree reevaluate themselves. Those who walked aren't necessarily wrong themselves. They too, made a conscious decision to walk, to step in their own unique. The beauty of conformity is that not every aspect of it is negative. Originality is present in the actions of conformity. The boys went to walk, yet they made it their own. Each stride varied from long and exaggerated like a bull to soft and elegant like a dancer. They chose to move their arms in strange movements, chose to outstretch their forms. Conformity in some instances harsh and damaging but in others it can bring a sense of liberty.
Monday, September 12, 2016
Beauty carries a mystery, alluding even the best of us to conceal what she holds in her hands. Occasionally, it reveals itself in small ways. The warmth on your skin as you lay among a flourish of soft, ivory sheets. Legs tangled in a comforter, the familiar crackling of the fabric greeting you as you move. It comes as a breath on your neck and a grip on your waist, your head and heart tying itself into knots because you're being held by the one you love. Beauty's secret doesn't always come in happiness, in the sweet nothings whispered into the shell of an ear, it can show even in the most unpleasant of hours: in anger. Heavy, fast-paced footsteps, the sound of thick heels falls upon deaf ears, cigarette smoke burning the throat and lungs of the intolerant who are unfortunate enough to have stumbled upon it's wake. The drop of a bud, the sound of grit against the pavement. A name called, an impulsive slap given—oh, how beauty stings. The arcane of Beauty doesn't shy away from sadness either, oh no. Misery licks it's boot clean. Words exchanged, a moment of courage persuades a confession to fall from desperate lips. A wicked tongue, sharp as silver does not waver, aim fixated on the throat,"I Don't Love You." Those same lips part, two steps back. Their tears are choked back as they gulp, they clench their fist and bite their tongue until the Red Sea is held in their mouth. Beauty defines itself with everything and nothing, so what is beauty, truly?
Beauty is an enigma.
Beauty is an enigma.
Friday, September 2, 2016
Adam Savage talked about an interesting topic in this TED Talk: cosplay. He talked about how cosplay has affected his life, how he started off in that world. He spoke of his childhood and all the, at the time, lavish costumes he created— how his love and devotion grew overtime. Now speaking of more recent years, Savage described a sense of euphoria and nostalgic energy whenever he got into a costume during a convention, detailed the looks on people's faces. No matter how uncomfortable the costume was, he felt a rush of excitement every time he encountered another person asking for a picture. Savage simultaneously spoke of his experiences and the essence of cosplay in itself. He spoke of cosplaying in such a lighthearted, intricate way that all who participate the art could resonate with the community."We are, all of us on that floor, injecting ourselves into a narrative that meant something to us. And we're making it our own. We're connecting with something important inside of us. And the costumes are how we reveal ourselves to each other." - Adam Savage