My original big question as said in my past blogs, is, "Why do we lie to cover ourselves from our own mistakes?" In the case of Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff especially, there is a lot of lying about the past. Heathcliff lies about his past and his mistakes, all to himself. He refuses to accept knew things and hates anything that reminds him he has to.
When he takes in Catherines daughter, he and her don't get along. I believe this is because she reminded him of the Catherine he once loved. He refused to let go of the past, so it refused to let go of him. He was stuck in this world of revenge and hate, trying to get other people in it as well. Luckily the other characters of this book were smart and didn't fall into the negativity he was spitting at them. Especially the children. They wouldn't take any of his abuse or opinions, proving that being rebellious can be a good thing.
Wuthering Heights had to do with a lot of love and hate, revenge and forgiveness, friends and enemies. And each situation dealt with people trying to save themselves. And in the worst of ways.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
How My Big Question Relates To The Well Known Musical 'Wicked'
Humanity hates the truth. As I discussed in my previous entry, it used to be used to keep life simple and now it's used as a weapon. In the musical 'Wicked' by Stephen Shwartz, a play about the Wicked Witch of the West before Dorothy landed in Oz, Elphaba, (the wicked witch) is born into an unfair life; cursed because of her mother's drunken mistake. Cursed to be the same color as the leaves for her life, Elphaba never learns to fit in.
She learns at a young age her destiny: to be the witch of the west. She doesn't want to become evil so she does everything she can to stay true and kind. But her rebellious soul forces her to become more and more angry as she is judged by her peers, teachers and strangers.
Elphaba didn't want to face the truth. Just as the rest of humanity doesn't. The truth hurts, but for the good of yourself and others. But we have been raised to think differently. The truth crushed her and made her even more evil than intended. She not only became the 'Wicked Witch of the West', she learned to hate herself and everyone around her; causing harm to whoever comes her way. Just as how when we learn the truth another wall is added to the maze that people have to get through to the prize.
My closest friend has too many walls to count. He's guarded his heart in a harmful way. You have to duck and dodge mean dogs running at you, self defense mechanisms he added as a Special in the Maze to his heart. I still haven't quite gotten to the middle yet. He told me I will get there, eventually. I don't know if I believe him. He's been hurt too much by the truth because he was raised seeing it as a harm. There are too many people like my friend; people who have given up on trust, believing it's a bad thing.
I promise you,
it's not.
She learns at a young age her destiny: to be the witch of the west. She doesn't want to become evil so she does everything she can to stay true and kind. But her rebellious soul forces her to become more and more angry as she is judged by her peers, teachers and strangers.
Elphaba didn't want to face the truth. Just as the rest of humanity doesn't. The truth hurts, but for the good of yourself and others. But we have been raised to think differently. The truth crushed her and made her even more evil than intended. She not only became the 'Wicked Witch of the West', she learned to hate herself and everyone around her; causing harm to whoever comes her way. Just as how when we learn the truth another wall is added to the maze that people have to get through to the prize.
My closest friend has too many walls to count. He's guarded his heart in a harmful way. You have to duck and dodge mean dogs running at you, self defense mechanisms he added as a Special in the Maze to his heart. I still haven't quite gotten to the middle yet. He told me I will get there, eventually. I don't know if I believe him. He's been hurt too much by the truth because he was raised seeing it as a harm. There are too many people like my friend; people who have given up on trust, believing it's a bad thing.
I promise you,
it's not.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Let me ask you my Big Question...
I'll never forget the looks he gave me when I confronted him about hurting my brother. When I yelled at him and told him to stay away he looked at me as if I was crazy. When I brought up how I saw him hitting my brother he told me 'my mother was feeding me lies again' or that 'I was too stupid to remember'. My father has asburgers and let's the diagnosis ruin his life. He could be better, if he wanted to. But he chooses not to; because he refuses to see or hear the truth.
Why is it so hard for humanity to accept the truth? Why is it so hard for us to realize we are at fault? Have you ever been confronted by a friend or parent and when they tell you the truth all you want is to run? Whenever my mother starts to tell me the truth I defend myself by saying, 'forget it'. Aka, I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want to hear the words that make me feel like an ant underneath the boot of truth, crushing me into nothing.
Just like how I wouldn't listen when all my friends told me my ex would hurt me. I didn't want to hear it. Convinced that he was different with me, I tried desperately to prove them wrong. I'd do whatever it took to make him look good, even if it meant lying. And God knows, I hate lying.
The truth has always been a good thing. Since the beginning of time truth has been simply another name for Justice, Bravery and Self Conflict. But our society has taken this amazing stress and mind reliever and made it terrifying and painful. To hear that your boyfriend loves someone else; it hurts and you wish you hadn't found out (at first). To hear that your mother is dying from cancer; you want to avoid all the talk of it because the truth hurts. To find out that your stupid little prank put schools in lock-in and caused panic attacks; you don't want to know you caused that. We try and avoid that we made mistakes, or that other people did. And the truth has only become a cover to that. A cover we drape over ourselves when things get tough. A brick we throw at other people's hearts when we want to hurt them.
The truth use to be beautiful and strong. Now it's only an excuse that society uses to hurt each other.
Why is it so hard for humanity to accept the truth? Why is it so hard for us to realize we are at fault? Have you ever been confronted by a friend or parent and when they tell you the truth all you want is to run? Whenever my mother starts to tell me the truth I defend myself by saying, 'forget it'. Aka, I don't want to hear it anymore. I don't want to hear the words that make me feel like an ant underneath the boot of truth, crushing me into nothing.
Just like how I wouldn't listen when all my friends told me my ex would hurt me. I didn't want to hear it. Convinced that he was different with me, I tried desperately to prove them wrong. I'd do whatever it took to make him look good, even if it meant lying. And God knows, I hate lying.
The truth has always been a good thing. Since the beginning of time truth has been simply another name for Justice, Bravery and Self Conflict. But our society has taken this amazing stress and mind reliever and made it terrifying and painful. To hear that your boyfriend loves someone else; it hurts and you wish you hadn't found out (at first). To hear that your mother is dying from cancer; you want to avoid all the talk of it because the truth hurts. To find out that your stupid little prank put schools in lock-in and caused panic attacks; you don't want to know you caused that. We try and avoid that we made mistakes, or that other people did. And the truth has only become a cover to that. A cover we drape over ourselves when things get tough. A brick we throw at other people's hearts when we want to hurt them.
The truth use to be beautiful and strong. Now it's only an excuse that society uses to hurt each other.
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