I recently finished the film Tuesdays With Morrie. There are only three words to describe what this movie is about, death, love, and life. Morrie taught Mitch these lessons, but Mitch still could not accept the fact that his buddy would no longer be with him. Mitch wanted to trade everthing for Morrie to still be alive. He eventually proposed to Genine and of course she said yes because of all the changes she had seen in him. Morrie changed many things in Mitch, but he still had one lesson to learn that would continue for the rest of his life. "The subject was the meaning of life, and the teaching went on."
A couple Aphorisms from the film Tuesdays With Morrie:
-We're not letting ourselves be loved because we're to afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might loose.
-Work, money, ambition we burry ourselves in these things, but we never stand back and say is this what I really want.
-There is nothing shameful about being dependent.
-We must love one another or die.
-Death ends the life not the relationship.
-Love always wins.
My connections to these aphorism:
"We're not letting ourselves be loved because we're to afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might loose." I can relate to this statement given by Morrie. I will always be scared of love. All of my family members who are truly close to me are all dead, dying, or sick. I don't want to cause pain to those who have already suffered so much. My grandmother who has cirrhosis of the liver is already saying her last goodbye's. My uncle has recently told me he has an inoperable tumor wrapped round his optic nerve. My life is difficult and love has found it's way in and out of my heart. I have lost so many who I've cared for and that is the reson why I'm so scared to love.
Work, money, abition. I really don't see the importance to these at all. Sure we need to work, but in the end the work is only pulling us closer to the end of our lives. We love to work only because we want to get rewarded with something in return. Do we really get what we want or do we just work for what we think we need? Our ambitions should be what keeps us working closer and closer to our dreams. We shouldn't however have our ambition blind us. With to much ambition comes less love and that can be connected to my Uncle Fred. He sorry to say, has been blind folded from his true dream. He is afraid to love and in return he recieves no love from others. He has taught me the greatest lesson there is to learn and that is, never to forget where you come from. In the end my Uncle forgot where he was raised and from there his ambitions turned into faceless pride and he no longer cares for the greater good of his life but only for the money, recognition and his work.
Independent or dependent? I would say independence is the key to success, but my sister and Morrie would disagree entirely. I am an independent lady who always strives to do her best. My sister n the other hand is very dependent upon me. She needs to have my oppinion on everything and anything pertaining to her eduactaion, fashion, style and interests. Although I think ths sometimes is not the best way to learn it is, she is only asking me because she wants to see things from another perspective and with that we can learn various things we thought were never possible. Mitch learned things from Morrie and my younger sister has learned things from me. It's just a chain link, we all depend on someone to teach us something, we've all become dependent upon our teachers and their knowledge we just choose not to accept it. Independence or dependence, it's all the same at one point.
We must love each other or die. Without love there is no meaning to life. If I was to stop loving entirely I might have to be dead first. Although it is sometimes painful to love others we must love unconditionally. I can't say I have given up on love entirely because then I'd be lying to myself and to all of you. I have aways loved my family and I will always love them no matter what happens on this raging rapid we call life. I will always have to be reminded how to love, but that's how we live.
Death ends the life not the relationship, it ends life. Relationships should always be strong no matter the circummstances. I recently formed a question that might make the world seem pessimistic. Why do we say till death do us part? Shouldn't we always be bound together no matter the cicumstances? Even if we are dead that relationship should stay alive. My relationship with mygrandmother will always be strong even after she is gone. Will this be the same for my grandfather? I sure hope so. We all have a special relationship that we hope will never end, but why should we hope when it truly never will come to an end? Realtionships consist of love and that love is what holds it together, we should always be grateful for everything we share with another person we love.
This is what brings me to my last aphorism but the question is, does love always win? In my perspective yes. It has taken me a couple days to answer this question. Being with my grandmother made me feel what Mitch had felt with Morrie. Love will always win and it will always find it's way into people's hearts. It has taken me a while to realize that love comes from everyone and anything that is willing to be loved. Even if that person does not want that love and may not show it, deep down inside their hearts linger for that missing link that has not yet been filled with love. I will always believe that love overpowers everything. We all love and we all deserve to be loved.
08 February 2012
02 February 2012
Aphorisms and Connections to Tuesdays With Morrie
I have recently viewed the movie, Tuesdays With Morrie, an Oprah Winfrey production. Morrie is a 78 year old man who worked at Amherst College. He was always cheerful and never lived in the past only for the future. He loved to dance and eat. In the Spring of 1994 Morrie was diagnosed with Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) more commonly known as Lou Gehrig's disease.
At the same time one of his former students known as Mitch see's a news broadcast hosting his former teacher. Mitch is a sports collumnist who practically lived on his phone. In the broadcast Morrie states that he is going to die and if he dies he'd rather die knowing he's changed a few people out in the world. When Mitch views his old "buddy" from college he remembers the promise he was to keep. Mitch was supposed to keep in touch with his past professor. He did not keep his word in the pact so he decided to go to see his old "coach".
What really caught my eye was the use of W.H. Auden's poem September 1, 1939. Although it was fragments of Auden's work it was a very sentimental moment during Morrie's living funeral. I still have yet to complete this motion picture, but so far I love the life lessons it has taught me. Tuesdays With Morrie will be a memorable movie that I will share with others around me.
Aphorisms for Tuesdays With Morrie:
He was more than a teacher, he was a force. This is stated by Mitch as he introduces Mr. Morrie Schwartz. I can say that I have a Morrie in my family. My Morrie would have to be my Grandmother, she is the one who holds everyone together. My Grandmother is dying of cirrhosis of the liver without her it seems like the world might be at a standstill, but one thing I learned is that the world doesn't stop for anyone. That's when we all return back to reality, but she is my teacher and she is my Morrie.
Now my second aphorism I can say I've lived. I'm going through a difficult time at the moment my grandmother is going to die and my great uncle whom I've never met, except on a computer screen, passed away a few days ago. Though death is the hardest thing to cope with we must continue to live. Living unhappily well that's where I come in. I have been put through the worst of stresses and am provided with therapy and love. To live unhappily is my lifestyle right now, but I am trying to see my situation in a different perspective. I am looking at my life through Morrie's eyes. I don't think he would like to see people wallow in saddness, but to live in the moment. Living in the moment is what I am going to try to pursue for the rest of my life thanks to Morrie.
Aging isn't just decay, it's growth. The fact is in his words aging is not just decay and I think everyone and anyone in the world can prove this to be true. With aging comes knowledge and with knowledge comes wisdom. As we grow old we do not realize the precious knowledge that has been given to us, it has only been presented throughout the years. As we all grow we all learn. Even as young children we all start to grasp the basic of knowledge. To this day not only have I grown but so has the entire human race. We all have learned that age is just a number. No matter how old or young we become we will always grow through knowledge, love, truth and action.
At the same time one of his former students known as Mitch see's a news broadcast hosting his former teacher. Mitch is a sports collumnist who practically lived on his phone. In the broadcast Morrie states that he is going to die and if he dies he'd rather die knowing he's changed a few people out in the world. When Mitch views his old "buddy" from college he remembers the promise he was to keep. Mitch was supposed to keep in touch with his past professor. He did not keep his word in the pact so he decided to go to see his old "coach".
What really caught my eye was the use of W.H. Auden's poem September 1, 1939. Although it was fragments of Auden's work it was a very sentimental moment during Morrie's living funeral. I still have yet to complete this motion picture, but so far I love the life lessons it has taught me. Tuesdays With Morrie will be a memorable movie that I will share with others around me.
Aphorisms for Tuesdays With Morrie:
- He was more than a teacher, he was a force.
- Dying is one thing to be sad about, living unhappily, now that's another matter.
- Aging isn't just decay it's growth.
He was more than a teacher, he was a force. This is stated by Mitch as he introduces Mr. Morrie Schwartz. I can say that I have a Morrie in my family. My Morrie would have to be my Grandmother, she is the one who holds everyone together. My Grandmother is dying of cirrhosis of the liver without her it seems like the world might be at a standstill, but one thing I learned is that the world doesn't stop for anyone. That's when we all return back to reality, but she is my teacher and she is my Morrie.
Now my second aphorism I can say I've lived. I'm going through a difficult time at the moment my grandmother is going to die and my great uncle whom I've never met, except on a computer screen, passed away a few days ago. Though death is the hardest thing to cope with we must continue to live. Living unhappily well that's where I come in. I have been put through the worst of stresses and am provided with therapy and love. To live unhappily is my lifestyle right now, but I am trying to see my situation in a different perspective. I am looking at my life through Morrie's eyes. I don't think he would like to see people wallow in saddness, but to live in the moment. Living in the moment is what I am going to try to pursue for the rest of my life thanks to Morrie.
Aging isn't just decay, it's growth. The fact is in his words aging is not just decay and I think everyone and anyone in the world can prove this to be true. With aging comes knowledge and with knowledge comes wisdom. As we grow old we do not realize the precious knowledge that has been given to us, it has only been presented throughout the years. As we all grow we all learn. Even as young children we all start to grasp the basic of knowledge. To this day not only have I grown but so has the entire human race. We all have learned that age is just a number. No matter how old or young we become we will always grow through knowledge, love, truth and action.
04 December 2011
Is This Happiness?
This is a fable about the difficulties of divorce and abandonment. It shows how these things impact a family and how we don't appreciate what we have until we lose them. In this case they all lost everything that matters.
The house was inaudible, ready for the twenty-fifth of December. Stockings hung from the jagged nails bound onto the mantel. The tree perfectly lit by the flashes of neon blues, greens, yellows and reds luminated the common room. Ms. Johnson where has she vanished to. She is always on time to clean and polish her porcelain children.
"Disaster," Shouted Balthazar, "This is absurd!" Balthazar, a smallish looking dainty figurine, hung upon the mantel near the neon lit tree. He had an absurd purple vest which barely covered his porcelain belly. His painted brown eyes peircing through every doll in the room had infuriated his significant other.
"Balthazar calm yourself!" said his beautiful wife Veronica. She had a delicate body. Her hair reached down her back, her face matching that of a Precious Moments character. She had never been so angry.
"She left us," said Balthazar uncomfortable, "and you know it as well as I do that she is never coming back."
"Father," exclaimed a rather small voice from the hallway of the home, "what's all the ruckus?" It was Junior the short chubby child of Balthazar and Veronica. He was wobbling into the common room. Ms. Jones had unknowingly knocked him over the day of her accident and his leg had shattered. Although his leg was missing he was still the spitting image of his father.
"She's gone," said Balthazar rather chillingly. "She is gone and she is never coming back."
"Oh Balthazar," said Veronica, " you're scaring him. stop filling his head with nothing but scary stories."
"It isn't a scary story she had a heart attack this is reality," Junior was now crying from the stern voice following his fathers lips, "she isn't coming back Veronica!"
"They said she would be back Friday" she followed with a comforting angelic voice.
"Well she isn't here is she," He stated strongly, "it's Monday Veronica she has been gone for longer than six days."
Ms. Johnson suffered a severe heart attack the Wednesday before. She began showing signs of sickness a few months before, with that her doctor had perscribed her many medications but she never took them. She was stubborn, but she always was. She left those pills in the corner of the bottom of her drawer. All they had done was collect dust and beg to be consumed, but the three of them knew she would never take them. After all she was eighty-five years old.
"What do you suppose will happen then," she asked, "do you expect us to just go along with these silly thoughts going through your mind? Should we just leave and lay down on the street to wait for some strangers to pick us up separately? Think of your son Balthazar we musn't forget his condition."
"I am thinking of our son for God's sake," he was so frustrated," he's all I ever think about! I love my son, but I'm not sure I could say the same about you."
"What are you saying?"
"I think this has been going on for far too long. It's time."
"You can't be serious Balthazar, your son cannot walk!" Junior left the room on his crutch made from two pencils and a cotton swab.
"I'm not asking for you to take him."
"But I must he is my son he was born from my body and..."
" Please enough of this rubbish! The old lady bought him out of the window from the thrift store," he stated heavily,"he isn't even our son and we were never even supposed to be married. I was sold in the same box sure, but I should've been sold separately. Since then I couldn't get rid of you!"
" I am not leaving my son," she had never been so serious," just because you are scared does not mean that you have to take it out on your own family."
" Are you deaf," he said firmly," you are not my wife and he is not my son!"
She couldn't handle it, she had began histerically crying. She ran from the room and he stayed questioning his survival. Where would he end up if she never came home? Who would come for her personal items? Would he be sold or would he be donated? He had a friend who had been donated and the others told him he had gone mad. Constantly standing on a pedistal visualizing the perfect home. His human had left him behind in an effort to leave her evicted home. All these thoughts racing through his empty tennis ball shaped head. Then Veronica had appeared in his mind. His love, how could he have been so cruel. He needed her and Junior. When would he have another amazing family he asked himself. Racing through his mind he found the strength to call for them.
"Veronica" he screamed at the top of his tiny lungs. "Junior! Veronica! Where are you! I love you, both of you where have you gone?" It was useless, they were gone. He searched every inch of the house they had left him in his sorrow. Just as Ms. Jones had done they vanished never to be seen again and Balthazar alone. Alone and saddened he began wandering the woods and full of sorrow he stopped,standing in the street he had become delusional, he was no longer in his concious mind. A car was coming should he move? Should he keep searching for his love? Should he follow through on his wife's words?
"Veronica, Junior!" he shouted histerically. " I love you!"
"We love you too," shouted voices from the side of the road," get out of the..." Their voices died as did the voice of Balthazar. Junior and Veronica stood their shivering crying and waiting to see if the one they loved their father, their husband would emerge from the shattered porcelain covering the thin street. The car had stopped a few feet ahead. It was no use he was gone. He loved them and now all he loved was taken from him. With that terrifying sight they left wandering the woods for any sights of food or water.
The car which ran their beloved over had punctured one of the tires. Someone had emerged from the car.
"I'm coming hold on!" shouted a man to the passenger of the ride.
"I haven't got all day sweet heart hurry up!" Who could be so concerned? Who had been so impatient? It was her, yes Ms. Jones. She had returned from her vacation full of blood tests IV's and pill buffets. She was tired and hungry she walked towards the porcelain mess.
"What a mess," she said to the young man,"Jimmy can you go ahead and help me to pick up all these porcelain peices? I have some work to do when I get home." They both had picked up the mess of glass surronding the street, it was done. He took her into her house she sat on her common room love seat and looked at the mess of porcelain which they had stuffed into a plastic baggy. Then she noticed, where was her Balthazar and why was his spot on the shelf empty? He heart began to race then she bagan to hear the pitter patter of tiny footsteps leading down the hallway. She followed them into her office. There they were Veronica and Junior both full of dirt and staring into her very soul.
"Jimmy," she hesitated, then they moved," Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!" like a broken record that could not be fixed she screamed. Her heart began to race the vibration in her chest began to pinch every muscle in her body. Her breathing slowly died.
It was over, all of it over.
The house was inaudible, ready for the twenty-fifth of December. Stockings hung from the jagged nails bound onto the mantel. The tree perfectly lit by the flashes of neon blues, greens, yellows and reds luminated the common room. Ms. Johnson where has she vanished to. She is always on time to clean and polish her porcelain children.
"Disaster," Shouted Balthazar, "This is absurd!" Balthazar, a smallish looking dainty figurine, hung upon the mantel near the neon lit tree. He had an absurd purple vest which barely covered his porcelain belly. His painted brown eyes peircing through every doll in the room had infuriated his significant other.
"Balthazar calm yourself!" said his beautiful wife Veronica. She had a delicate body. Her hair reached down her back, her face matching that of a Precious Moments character. She had never been so angry.
"She left us," said Balthazar uncomfortable, "and you know it as well as I do that she is never coming back."
"Father," exclaimed a rather small voice from the hallway of the home, "what's all the ruckus?" It was Junior the short chubby child of Balthazar and Veronica. He was wobbling into the common room. Ms. Jones had unknowingly knocked him over the day of her accident and his leg had shattered. Although his leg was missing he was still the spitting image of his father.
"She's gone," said Balthazar rather chillingly. "She is gone and she is never coming back."
"Oh Balthazar," said Veronica, " you're scaring him. stop filling his head with nothing but scary stories."
"It isn't a scary story she had a heart attack this is reality," Junior was now crying from the stern voice following his fathers lips, "she isn't coming back Veronica!"
"They said she would be back Friday" she followed with a comforting angelic voice.
"Well she isn't here is she," He stated strongly, "it's Monday Veronica she has been gone for longer than six days."
Ms. Johnson suffered a severe heart attack the Wednesday before. She began showing signs of sickness a few months before, with that her doctor had perscribed her many medications but she never took them. She was stubborn, but she always was. She left those pills in the corner of the bottom of her drawer. All they had done was collect dust and beg to be consumed, but the three of them knew she would never take them. After all she was eighty-five years old.
"What do you suppose will happen then," she asked, "do you expect us to just go along with these silly thoughts going through your mind? Should we just leave and lay down on the street to wait for some strangers to pick us up separately? Think of your son Balthazar we musn't forget his condition."
"I am thinking of our son for God's sake," he was so frustrated," he's all I ever think about! I love my son, but I'm not sure I could say the same about you."
"What are you saying?"
"I think this has been going on for far too long. It's time."
"You can't be serious Balthazar, your son cannot walk!" Junior left the room on his crutch made from two pencils and a cotton swab.
"I'm not asking for you to take him."
"But I must he is my son he was born from my body and..."
" Please enough of this rubbish! The old lady bought him out of the window from the thrift store," he stated heavily,"he isn't even our son and we were never even supposed to be married. I was sold in the same box sure, but I should've been sold separately. Since then I couldn't get rid of you!"
" I am not leaving my son," she had never been so serious," just because you are scared does not mean that you have to take it out on your own family."
" Are you deaf," he said firmly," you are not my wife and he is not my son!"
She couldn't handle it, she had began histerically crying. She ran from the room and he stayed questioning his survival. Where would he end up if she never came home? Who would come for her personal items? Would he be sold or would he be donated? He had a friend who had been donated and the others told him he had gone mad. Constantly standing on a pedistal visualizing the perfect home. His human had left him behind in an effort to leave her evicted home. All these thoughts racing through his empty tennis ball shaped head. Then Veronica had appeared in his mind. His love, how could he have been so cruel. He needed her and Junior. When would he have another amazing family he asked himself. Racing through his mind he found the strength to call for them.
"Veronica" he screamed at the top of his tiny lungs. "Junior! Veronica! Where are you! I love you, both of you where have you gone?" It was useless, they were gone. He searched every inch of the house they had left him in his sorrow. Just as Ms. Jones had done they vanished never to be seen again and Balthazar alone. Alone and saddened he began wandering the woods and full of sorrow he stopped,standing in the street he had become delusional, he was no longer in his concious mind. A car was coming should he move? Should he keep searching for his love? Should he follow through on his wife's words?
"Veronica, Junior!" he shouted histerically. " I love you!"
"We love you too," shouted voices from the side of the road," get out of the..." Their voices died as did the voice of Balthazar. Junior and Veronica stood their shivering crying and waiting to see if the one they loved their father, their husband would emerge from the shattered porcelain covering the thin street. The car had stopped a few feet ahead. It was no use he was gone. He loved them and now all he loved was taken from him. With that terrifying sight they left wandering the woods for any sights of food or water.
The car which ran their beloved over had punctured one of the tires. Someone had emerged from the car.
"I'm coming hold on!" shouted a man to the passenger of the ride.
"I haven't got all day sweet heart hurry up!" Who could be so concerned? Who had been so impatient? It was her, yes Ms. Jones. She had returned from her vacation full of blood tests IV's and pill buffets. She was tired and hungry she walked towards the porcelain mess.
"What a mess," she said to the young man,"Jimmy can you go ahead and help me to pick up all these porcelain peices? I have some work to do when I get home." They both had picked up the mess of glass surronding the street, it was done. He took her into her house she sat on her common room love seat and looked at the mess of porcelain which they had stuffed into a plastic baggy. Then she noticed, where was her Balthazar and why was his spot on the shelf empty? He heart began to race then she bagan to hear the pitter patter of tiny footsteps leading down the hallway. She followed them into her office. There they were Veronica and Junior both full of dirt and staring into her very soul.
"Jimmy," she hesitated, then they moved," Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy!" like a broken record that could not be fixed she screamed. Her heart began to race the vibration in her chest began to pinch every muscle in her body. Her breathing slowly died.
It was over, all of it over.
07 November 2011
A Declaration from Lenina's Lusty Chains
I have loved you for too long. My thirst for you to be my beloved wife has now turned dry. My heart ached for the very scent of you in every corner. Now, I must bid you adieu.
I have been decieved, for your lust has blinded me from seeing my true perception of the world. Now I set myself free of my Juliet and the lustiness which you yourself hath set upon me. I declare myself free of your lusty ways. Free of the neglagence, pain and suffering of not having the love I have searched for all my life.
"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
I leave you Lenina with my heart wrapped around your sleave. I leave you with my independence following right behind me. My independence, may it be as subtle as my way out of this Brave New World.
My heart the very sanctuary for your lust is now free of your solid embrace. I loved you yet all you wanted was my attention for you amusment. You never loved me but I always loved you. Now I must turn away from your sexual amusement and break free of your lusty chains.
I never wanted to be a part of the cycle, part of the crowd or part of what our world thought was right. I am different. I can love. I can't compete with others. I am John the Savage. I am compelled to vigorously tell you that I am no longer under your infamous spell. I have grown through savagery in rage knowing woman like you to be beautiful and full of fear among men like me. Scared for what might happen if you made a commitment.
Marriage, Lenina why don't you understand my urge for us both to be married. My love has grown with every word risen from the depths of my soul. Although my love grows so does my hatred. I no longer care for my soma nor do I care for your love.
You have decieved me, used me, abused me and confused me. I no longer understand why society's rules have so much impact on your life when you yourself have never even realized society itself is completely ruining all our lives.
I declare my independence from you Lenina. I declare that all who fall under your sinful spell be set free from this baroness wasteland. I declare that all who shall set eyes upon my one and only love quickly look away for one look at her will quickly turn all to stone. She be the Medusa of society and quickly have I learned that you, Lenina, the beautiful creature I first laid eyes on are the one who hath taken my soul for granted.
You yourself have watched me squirm in this savagery only to laugh and sleep with my body leaving my soul to the gates of death. I am finished with my savage ways of beating around the bush.
I declare my independence from you Lenina you are no longer my addiction. I have now broke through those lusty chains.
I have been decieved, for your lust has blinded me from seeing my true perception of the world. Now I set myself free of my Juliet and the lustiness which you yourself hath set upon me. I declare myself free of your lusty ways. Free of the neglagence, pain and suffering of not having the love I have searched for all my life.
"O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
I leave you Lenina with my heart wrapped around your sleave. I leave you with my independence following right behind me. My independence, may it be as subtle as my way out of this Brave New World.
My heart the very sanctuary for your lust is now free of your solid embrace. I loved you yet all you wanted was my attention for you amusment. You never loved me but I always loved you. Now I must turn away from your sexual amusement and break free of your lusty chains.
I never wanted to be a part of the cycle, part of the crowd or part of what our world thought was right. I am different. I can love. I can't compete with others. I am John the Savage. I am compelled to vigorously tell you that I am no longer under your infamous spell. I have grown through savagery in rage knowing woman like you to be beautiful and full of fear among men like me. Scared for what might happen if you made a commitment.
Marriage, Lenina why don't you understand my urge for us both to be married. My love has grown with every word risen from the depths of my soul. Although my love grows so does my hatred. I no longer care for my soma nor do I care for your love.
You have decieved me, used me, abused me and confused me. I no longer understand why society's rules have so much impact on your life when you yourself have never even realized society itself is completely ruining all our lives.
I declare my independence from you Lenina. I declare that all who fall under your sinful spell be set free from this baroness wasteland. I declare that all who shall set eyes upon my one and only love quickly look away for one look at her will quickly turn all to stone. She be the Medusa of society and quickly have I learned that you, Lenina, the beautiful creature I first laid eyes on are the one who hath taken my soul for granted.
You yourself have watched me squirm in this savagery only to laugh and sleep with my body leaving my soul to the gates of death. I am finished with my savage ways of beating around the bush.
I declare my independence from you Lenina you are no longer my addiction. I have now broke through those lusty chains.
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