some things i plan on talking about:
long distance relationships
my love for emma watson
Christianity and its meaning in society today
work and more work
will these topics get talked about? hmmm i have not yet decided. for me.
In the grand scheme of things, my small amount of views seem very minuscule and very unimportant. But when I fully wrap my head around the fact that people from Malaysia and Jordan and Taiwan and Nepal and South Africa have looked at my blog, I feel a little bit more connected to the world.
I have the power to inspire, to influence, to change, to serve just from my little seat on the East Coast of the United States of America. That is pretty freaking cool. I will try to make my blog slightly more exciting for y’all. 🙂
Read this article, quite interesting!
I guess to summarize…
A boy decided to email the writers of his time with a survey and their opinions on symbolism and inferences of their works and their intentions. While some of the writers were quite rude and others quite figuratively dense (oh… typical), it does give quite an insight. Taken two ways, it gives me a greater appreciation of the human mind and how good literature takes on a form of its own, far beyond a writer’s own ability as well as makes me giggle as the article pokes a jab or two towards our ever annoying English teachers who seem to all enjoy analyzing literature to death.
So, a fair warning, DO NOT READ BECAUSE THIS IS A SPOILER!
As some of you may know, I just purchased a couple of new books, A Fault In Our Stars, House of Hades, and The Fall of Five. I have several biased, indignant thoughts about them.
A Fault in Our Stars
This is pretty basic and pretty obvious, but WHY DID AUGUSTUS HAVE TO DIE? He seemed like a perfect person, both handsome and optimistic and wonderful and so eloquent that no way, in real life, would anyone sound like that. This one I’m just mad about because it kind of destroys the happy ending that the superficial and inexperienced reader like myself relishes upon. From a literary point of view, however, it was an absolute brilliant move by John Green. It basically shows that no life is indestructible and Hazel’s resignation to her own departure is suddenly cast down in despicable terms as she is faced to realize that rather than moping about her own death, she should choose rather to embrace life and live it to the fullest. But back to his death… WHYYYYYYYYYYYY
Another thing. Peter Van Houten. I get that he is an absolute moron in real life, however, I feel like it is unrealistic for him to sound so sincere and so dedicated in writing and a drunkard and crazy person in real life. I understand, the same way that I understand why Green killed off Augustus, that it goes to show that artistic writers do not have to be good people. However, it just simply didn’t seem to correlate in any terms at all, no forshadowing of any of his true character, which I believe is a little iffy.
What we have here is a beautiful, lyrical book marred because it causes devastation to the emotionally wrecked reader like myself 😛
And that concludes my only criticisms for this wonderful, wonderful book. Go read it. And cry. And cry some more.
I wanted this blog to be a very personal one. However, due to the random things that I like to do and am passionate about, people have been following me. It kind of goes against all of my intentions of the creation of this blog and exactly what I wanted it to be used for. Originally, it was words that were written by myself for myself, but I found myself, because of stats and followers and likes and comments (even as sparse as they come) writing with an audience in mind. I have taken to writing “you” rather than just writing my sentiments and I try to revise and write for myself again, but it is not as easy as simply changing “you” to “I.”
It kind of feels weird and it kind of makes me feel uncomfortable because it was entirely not what I wanted to do I guess … and then suddenly it is? It does make me happy that people are reading what I write and liking it or commenting it and I feel myself getting more immersed in the culture of a “blog” rather or not my pictures and random quotes and sharing of videos and long essays constitute the standards of one 😛
I think it is quite interesting that people all around the world are reading what I’m writing and somehow, I have changed so that I’m not thinking about myself anymore and more about other people and what they are facing and just, simply thrusting my life out there bit by bit so that I’m not just one person secluded in the bubble that is real life and my home, but also someone who can say that I made someone’s day in Malaysia or that I have connections and people may be thinking about me and the world or something that I have influenced them to ponder about. It’s hard to put it in words without sounding selfish or stupid or self-promoting – because when you post blogs and add tags, you automatically communicate that you want to be popular through blogging and you want people to look at your stuff, etc., etc.
So I guess all I am saying is my purpose has changed in a way. I want to be personal. But I want to do something or create something that other people can look at that and say they learned something or felt something wasn’t a waste of time. Some parts may speak to people, other parts may be quite personal that it can only be related to me. This blog? It’s a conglummeration of the person I am. Tiny tidbits and parts.