Round face, with pink tinted cheeks, the lightest red of roses. Button nose, small and almost invisible, a small raise on the white china surface. Upturned lips, smiling delicately, painted with graceful flicks of a paintbrush coloured to match a robin’s red belly. Eyes, large and clear, framed by dark curling lashes, and irises green and sparkling like emeralds, looking somewhere into the distance, observing quietly. Hair, soft and smooth, tumbling in gentle waves, curled in dark ringlets. Small hands and small feet. A Victorian dress, red, velvet and printed in graceful curling shapes. Sitting on a soft bed.
The gentle inhale and exhale. The steady heartbeat of a child. The small chubby arm wrapped protectively over the cold inanimate doll with green eyes that stare into nowhere, ever vigilant of the sleeping form beside it. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the fluttering eyes, the way her cheek presses against the doll’s pink rounded one. The clock keeps ticking and the Sun and Moon slowly revolve, the stars twinkling away, the pink and gold sunrise peeks through the hills.
Giggling children on a short table, covered with a white cloth, with teacups arranged around. Small hands tenderly picking up the doll, fondly bringing it to the other children, being passed around, admired. Gentle hands, cradling the doll, placing a painted teacup on its rosy lips. Chubby hands, dirty but soft, holds onto the doll on the sweet fields outside. Feathery hats, lace dresses, dolls sit together, watching children run.
Cracked face, whimpering sounds, a child hand holding a piece of white china. Careful callused hands, steady and firm, glue the pieces back together. A small line on the doll’s temple. A crushing hug, gentle kisses on the cheek, and the doll is back outside. Little girls crowd around, happy the doll is mended.
Round face, on the ground, red painted lips against the wooded floor. Forgotten, arms sprawled out, dress crumpled. Small but leaner hands caress another face, another doll. Blue eyes, blonde hair, a smile that was a doppelganger of the doll clad in red.
On the floor, attentive as the child opted for the imposter. Staring at the wooden floor, memorizing the shade, retaining the texture, engraving each little detail. The clock ticks loudly, but there is no steady heartbeat. The pink and gold sunrise shines through the window, a different view at a different angle.
Unneeded, in the company of the abandoned. Whispers from lost horse figurines, forgotten parts of tea sets, missing pieces of long discarded puzzles. Light footsteps, in and out of the room, never once paying attention to the doll. The familiar hum of the furnace, the cheerful chirp of birds, the tedious pattern of the Sun and Moon, signifying the passage of time.
Round face, a crust of dust, on the highest shelf cramped at the farthest corner. Head cocked up, staring at the intricate spider webs. Blonde hair, blue dress, thrown carelessly on the shelf as well. Awkward hands, ladylike but growing, fly across shining screens. Rainbow cases, patter of keyboards and the hum of the television machine.
Peeking down, watching over the girl, sprawled across the now larger bed, a bed the red clad doll never slept on. Late night talks on the phone, the furious patter of game controls. No need of protection from the curling shadows of night.
Taller and taller the child grows, trading pigtails for long locks, pink frilly dresses for ripped jeans. Light filters through the window, as the doll watches the dust flutter down, thickening the air, adding to the thick blanket on the deepest of corners and greying its rich brown hair. Boxes of old books and sparkling crowns shoved beside the two dolls, red and blue.
Round face, wrapped in a thin piece of old clothing, lies under old photos of lost memories and forgotten friends. Box lid closes, and the loud sound of tape scratches them shut. Staring into the fading cloth, movement and the feeling of weightlessness. A loud sound as boxes hit the attic floor, creaking floorboards as people bumble down.
Sounds of laughing faint and distant, familiar smells now all vanished. A dream that ended, a life that ceased. Erased from memory. Sounds from far below. Light never comes through, the gold and pink sunrise fades from mind.
Tearing of tape, loud and clear, rings trough the foggy mist of dust. Shuffling noises, objects move above. Lifting the photos, light streaks through. Warm leathery hands, weathered with age, gently wraps around a round faced doll.
Wednesday, 31 December 2014
Forgotten Shadows
A melody, long forgotten, drifts away in the wind. An old teddy bear, stolen from loving arms. I wish that I can say I remember how my grandparents had tucked me to bed, that I remember calling old taxis like the proud child I was. I wish that I can say I remember what I was thinking, that I remember how it felt to know there were endless roads to endless possibilities. But all there is in that time of life is just a black, black void, an emptiness that lacks spirit, that lacks memories. Some things we remember forever. Some things we forget.
I remember being strapped on to an airplane, hurtling its way to Canada. Canada. What did that word mean to a wee child on a plane with her father whom she hardly knew? Parting with my grandparents was forlorn, my father was yet a stranger even after the few visits. I hadn't planned on leaving with him; I was a stubborn child, but in the end I had, if not unwillingly. Maybe it was the idea of living with my parents. Maybe it was because of curiosity. Maybe it had felt like the right thing to do.
I remember clutching my sister's hand in the land of Canada for she was the only person I knew, though she was a child too. The only one who held memories instead of the dark shadows following everyone else. It was dense to believe that her fingers could offer anymore protection that a potted flower, but then again, where was it truly safe? I also can remember looking up a bleak corridor of my sister's daycare at a short woman standing by the door. Was she my mother? In the strange land, she felt real. She felt safe.
Many people forget the value of the priceless treasures in their existence. They get so caught up with the 'now' and the 'future', constantly planning ahead. They devote all of their studying days to prepare for their following years, then after their job, they spend their time building a good fortune for their preceding generations. What happened to sitting back and flipping through worn photos and reliving the beautiful memories? Pictures have no words to speak when they have no one to speak to. Memories are what makes a person human. They are what makes up the souls, an important part of personality. The ones which seem to be perennial are often the first ones to fade away. How tragically wretched it is that we forget the names of our first friend. What a pity it is to forget our first teacher. How unfortunate it is to know that some friends are gone.
One time, I accidentally broke an old dilapidated laptop of my father, thinking it was tawdry. After all, he never used it, he never touched it, and it hardly turned on anyways. How wrong I was when he set rain and thunder down on the house after he discovered my folly. Little me couldn't understand why there was all this sorrow for a dingy laptop, why it was such an important computer. Couldn't he get another one? But that rusty computer was his first laptop. Back when there used to be no advanced technology, he had finally saved up enough for the computer. The software was all outdated, but it wasn't for the power that he kept it all these years; it was for the achievement. The pride of remembering the accomplishment was priceless.
Nothing is in the name of forever. Things fade overtime, forgotten promises lie deserted on vacant roads. How foolish it was to believe that the endless opportunities would follow us as we age? The doors get barred in and bolted shut with each path chosen. The ones left behind are often wistfully recalled, slipping out of reach. Some mistakes can be mourned over and built upon, while others cut deep, too deep to ever fix. Some mistakes are best left to be forgotten.
There are memories from the past like sand, the harder you try to grasp it, the quicker it slips away between fingers. The more you try to think about it, the more frustrating it becomes. A fragment of laughter, a scent of jasmine, pinch of colour. Sometimes, the memoirs slowly float back like haunting mirages when you lie down and think, "I remember." The shadows from the past click and find a place in the mind. But sometimes, it is best to just forget.
I remember being strapped on to an airplane, hurtling its way to Canada. Canada. What did that word mean to a wee child on a plane with her father whom she hardly knew? Parting with my grandparents was forlorn, my father was yet a stranger even after the few visits. I hadn't planned on leaving with him; I was a stubborn child, but in the end I had, if not unwillingly. Maybe it was the idea of living with my parents. Maybe it was because of curiosity. Maybe it had felt like the right thing to do.
I remember clutching my sister's hand in the land of Canada for she was the only person I knew, though she was a child too. The only one who held memories instead of the dark shadows following everyone else. It was dense to believe that her fingers could offer anymore protection that a potted flower, but then again, where was it truly safe? I also can remember looking up a bleak corridor of my sister's daycare at a short woman standing by the door. Was she my mother? In the strange land, she felt real. She felt safe.
Many people forget the value of the priceless treasures in their existence. They get so caught up with the 'now' and the 'future', constantly planning ahead. They devote all of their studying days to prepare for their following years, then after their job, they spend their time building a good fortune for their preceding generations. What happened to sitting back and flipping through worn photos and reliving the beautiful memories? Pictures have no words to speak when they have no one to speak to. Memories are what makes a person human. They are what makes up the souls, an important part of personality. The ones which seem to be perennial are often the first ones to fade away. How tragically wretched it is that we forget the names of our first friend. What a pity it is to forget our first teacher. How unfortunate it is to know that some friends are gone.
One time, I accidentally broke an old dilapidated laptop of my father, thinking it was tawdry. After all, he never used it, he never touched it, and it hardly turned on anyways. How wrong I was when he set rain and thunder down on the house after he discovered my folly. Little me couldn't understand why there was all this sorrow for a dingy laptop, why it was such an important computer. Couldn't he get another one? But that rusty computer was his first laptop. Back when there used to be no advanced technology, he had finally saved up enough for the computer. The software was all outdated, but it wasn't for the power that he kept it all these years; it was for the achievement. The pride of remembering the accomplishment was priceless.
Nothing is in the name of forever. Things fade overtime, forgotten promises lie deserted on vacant roads. How foolish it was to believe that the endless opportunities would follow us as we age? The doors get barred in and bolted shut with each path chosen. The ones left behind are often wistfully recalled, slipping out of reach. Some mistakes can be mourned over and built upon, while others cut deep, too deep to ever fix. Some mistakes are best left to be forgotten.
There are memories from the past like sand, the harder you try to grasp it, the quicker it slips away between fingers. The more you try to think about it, the more frustrating it becomes. A fragment of laughter, a scent of jasmine, pinch of colour. Sometimes, the memoirs slowly float back like haunting mirages when you lie down and think, "I remember." The shadows from the past click and find a place in the mind. But sometimes, it is best to just forget.
Thursday, 25 December 2014
The Start of Chicken Sunday
(This is a story extension of the book Chicken Sunday by Patricia Polacco)
The room smelled of spicy candle light and warm wood. A hushed silence made me feel relaxed. The priest spoke of prayers of forgiveness, protection, and love and I bowed my head at his words. I wasn't a baptist like my neighbours Stewart, Winston or their grandmother, Miss Eula, but I considered them as my own, so I always went with them. However today, I listened to every prayer said in the church and prayed with them. Today was the anniversary of my babushka’s death and I hoped that all was well for her in Heaven.
After a final ‘Amen’, we stood up and walked out of the church. The air was cool and sweet as it blew through my hair. I hugged myself against the cold and Miss Eula admonished me for wearing so little. “My girl, you will be as frozen as a popsicle if we don't hurry you home!” she exclaimed. When I parted with Stewart and Winston, they each gave me a hug. “Don’t worry,” Stewart told me, “she’s in a happy place now.” I smiled back at him and entered my house.
My mother sat in the kitchen peeling an apple when I walked in. The kitchen was missing the delicious aroma of the chicken soup my babushka would always make for me. It was missing the warmth and livelihood of the different spices she would use. It was missing the smell of home. I remembered her bringing the bowl of chicken soup to me on the cold frosty days like today. She would set it on the table and remind me to be careful of the heat. She scolded me when I ran to her if I burnt my tongue; she would then give me a nice cup of lemonade.
After lunch, there was a soft but firm knock on the door. My mother opened it and I rushed down of the sound of Miss Eula’s voice. “We know this is a hard time for both of you so we decided to keep you company,” she explained to my mother. Stewart and Winston gave me big smiles and waves as my mother invited them inside. Though I enjoyed the company of our neighbours, I missed the funny stories my babushka would tell me before I went to sleep, and the ways she’d comfort me. I started to tear up at her absence. Winston and Stewart were quiet as a mouse because they didn't know what to do about my sudden breakdown. Miss Eula smiled at me and marched into the kitchen while rolling up her sleeves. My mother sat down next to me on the couch and gave me tissues to wipe my eyes.
Clang! Thunk! Bang! The kitchen was making all sorts of sounds and noises as Miss Eula began to prepare … chicken? She was fumbling around for ingredients and soon enough, my nose picked up on a wave of delight. My stomach grumbled and 40 minutes later, she came out holding a big plate of fried chicken! Gravy was poured on top and there was a mixture of spices I never knew we even had. "I know this isn't the chicken soup that your babushka made for you, but I couldn't find the broth!” she frowned for a second. “This is an old traditional meal that my grandparents used to make for me as a child,” she smiled. I looked upon the golden feast and smiled back at her. It smelled of heavenly warmth and nature’s wonders. It smelled like home.
The following Sunday, we hurried home after church. The air was filled with a frosty flurry of snow! Though each flake held its own tiny miracle and blanketed the road with its beauty, it was cold. We weren’t prepared for the first snowfall of the year. Stewart whooped and jumped in a pile of fresh snow and Winston was right on his heel. However, Miss Eula scowled at the boys and pulled them out. They didn’t have enough sweaters on and their pants were already frozen over. She told us to come home for dinner before donning our coats to play in the snow.
Stewart, Winston and I jumped inside the warmth of Miss Eula’s home. Shaking off the bits of white that clung to our bodies, we made our way into the kitchen. The winter wonderland beckoned us to run outside and make snow angels, but we were starving. We sat in front of Miss Eula’s T.V. while she went to prepare our dinner. When we were called to sit and say our prayers Winston frowned. “You’re not making chicken again this Sunday?” he whined. Miss Eula blinked. “You kids want to eat my chicken again?” We looked at each other and grinned. “Of course we do!” I smiled at her. “We want the chicken every Sunday after church!” Miss Eula scratched her white little head and considered it for a moment. “I don’t see why not,” she told us and went back into the kitchen to meet our requests.
Our dinner time was prolonged but no one complained. With our lovely meal, my nose picked up on the ghost of my babushka’s soup and her smile on my lips. I knew at this moment, she was with me. Miss Eula would never replace her, no, people cannot be replaced. Instead, Miss Eula and her two boys would live in another place in my heart, a place that was meant for them.
Sunday, 9 November 2014
Can Heroes be Ordinary People?
Our heroes don’t have to be great and extraordinary people, contributing to the field of science, art or technology, but can be instead ordinary people, such as our grandmothers or perhaps your neighbor, and any person you admire for their deeds. In truth, many extraordinary people, are in fact ordinary people doing extraordinary things, such as Rosa Parks, Pheidippides and Atticus Finch from the novel “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee were all ordinary people who stood up and became a hero.
Rosa Parks, an African American woman is another ordinary person, but stood up for what she believed in and became a hero. As a child, Parks attended rural schools and graduated. At the time, many Jim Crow Laws were passed, one of which was that black or “colored” people had to sit at the back of the bus and must give up their seats to any white passengers if there were no more seats available. After a long day of Work, Parks boarded a bus and sat at the first row of seats designated for colored passengers. After the seats for white passengers were filled, the driver asked Parks and four other colored passengers to move. Rosa Parks refused to move and so she was arrested. Following her arrest, many African-American citizens protested by refusing to ride the bus. After years of boycotting, the bus system was finally integrated. Because of her extraordinary deed, where Parks would not get up when many others would have she is considered a hero.
Pheidippides was born in Athens around 530BC and is a hero and an ordinary person. He ran 240 kilometers to Sparta in two days to request help when the Persians arrived in Marathon, Greece and after the Greek victory over the Persians in the Battle of Marathon, he ran another 40 kilometers from the battlefield to announce the victory and collapsed and died soon afterwords. Today, he is remembered whenever someone runs a marathon, in honor of the Battle of Marathon and Pheidippides' run. Even though he was only doing his job, Pheildippides is still regarded as a hero.
In the novel by Harper Lee, “To Kill a Mockingbird”, Atticus Finch, a father of two and a lawyer, lived in a town stereotyping African Americans. When Finch is appointed to defend an African American man named Tom Robinson, he is faced with a lot of controversy. However, Atticus Finch still defends man, who is convicted of rape, to the best of his ability. He presented a very convincing case to protect Tom Robinson, but Robinson is still convicted guilty. Although Atticus Finch did not succeed in protecting his Robinson, he stood up for what he thought was right, even in the face of all the disapproval, and is considered a hero.
In conclusion, ordinary people can be heroes, and many of these people perform extraordinary acts, such as Terry Fox, Rosa Parks and Atticus Finch. Although perhaps they receive much fame for their great deeds, it is how they rose and stood up for what they believe in that makes these acts truly heroic and noble.
Rosa Parks, an African American woman is another ordinary person, but stood up for what she believed in and became a hero. As a child, Parks attended rural schools and graduated. At the time, many Jim Crow Laws were passed, one of which was that black or “colored” people had to sit at the back of the bus and must give up their seats to any white passengers if there were no more seats available. After a long day of Work, Parks boarded a bus and sat at the first row of seats designated for colored passengers. After the seats for white passengers were filled, the driver asked Parks and four other colored passengers to move. Rosa Parks refused to move and so she was arrested. Following her arrest, many African-American citizens protested by refusing to ride the bus. After years of boycotting, the bus system was finally integrated. Because of her extraordinary deed, where Parks would not get up when many others would have she is considered a hero.
Pheidippides was born in Athens around 530BC and is a hero and an ordinary person. He ran 240 kilometers to Sparta in two days to request help when the Persians arrived in Marathon, Greece and after the Greek victory over the Persians in the Battle of Marathon, he ran another 40 kilometers from the battlefield to announce the victory and collapsed and died soon afterwords. Today, he is remembered whenever someone runs a marathon, in honor of the Battle of Marathon and Pheidippides' run. Even though he was only doing his job, Pheildippides is still regarded as a hero.
In the novel by Harper Lee, “To Kill a Mockingbird”, Atticus Finch, a father of two and a lawyer, lived in a town stereotyping African Americans. When Finch is appointed to defend an African American man named Tom Robinson, he is faced with a lot of controversy. However, Atticus Finch still defends man, who is convicted of rape, to the best of his ability. He presented a very convincing case to protect Tom Robinson, but Robinson is still convicted guilty. Although Atticus Finch did not succeed in protecting his Robinson, he stood up for what he thought was right, even in the face of all the disapproval, and is considered a hero.
In conclusion, ordinary people can be heroes, and many of these people perform extraordinary acts, such as Terry Fox, Rosa Parks and Atticus Finch. Although perhaps they receive much fame for their great deeds, it is how they rose and stood up for what they believe in that makes these acts truly heroic and noble.
Torus: Chapter 8
Steve jolted awake to the sound of his alarm clock. His heavy hand found the snooze button and the noise ceased. Normally, he'd wake up to his stomach grumbling or when his body is well rested and the afternoon sun is up. Puzzled, he stared at his alarm clock and wondered why his wife, Tracey Ludavic, set his alarm to 6:55 am. His mind started to clear and he remembered. His wife didn't set the alarm, he did. Today was the special day where S.P.A.C.E. would be launching the Wubble. Today, the world would be saved. Steve splashed his face with cold water and smiled. He wasn't going to be late and delay this occasion.
As he entered the launch room, he was dismayed to see that everyone was up and waiting for him, although he woke up extra early.
"Steve, we’re ready for dispatch," Joe Chipman said. "Your seat is here, beside Viktor Conti, Head Launch Administrator, in charge of this launch."
Steve followed the direction of Joe's finger and located an empty seat next to a young Italian man. The two shook hands and took their seats. Conti reached for his earpiece and began speaking rapid Italian.
"Preparare il lancio cuscinetto!"
With the little Italian Steve knows he knew that they were preparing to launch. He also noticed how one section of the operators began clicking buttons and pulling switches. Each had an earpiece and communicated with short code lines. Around him was a few of the most important administrators and managers of S.P.A.C.E here to monitor the launch. Finally, over the intercom, Steve heard:
"Ready to launch, sir"
Steve's stomach fluttered in anticipation. This launch was to be kept a secret until it was successful. He could even see himself in the paper, giving his already thought out speech on how he saved the world. Almost everyone in S.P.A.C.E. was watching the Wubble being launched. Steve imagined the crowd being his interviewers but was soon snapped back into reality by a heavily accented English.
As he entered the launch room, he was dismayed to see that everyone was up and waiting for him, although he woke up extra early.
"Steve, we’re ready for dispatch," Joe Chipman said. "Your seat is here, beside Viktor Conti, Head Launch Administrator, in charge of this launch."
Steve followed the direction of Joe's finger and located an empty seat next to a young Italian man. The two shook hands and took their seats. Conti reached for his earpiece and began speaking rapid Italian.
"Preparare il lancio cuscinetto!"
With the little Italian Steve knows he knew that they were preparing to launch. He also noticed how one section of the operators began clicking buttons and pulling switches. Each had an earpiece and communicated with short code lines. Around him was a few of the most important administrators and managers of S.P.A.C.E here to monitor the launch. Finally, over the intercom, Steve heard:
"Ready to launch, sir"
Steve's stomach fluttered in anticipation. This launch was to be kept a secret until it was successful. He could even see himself in the paper, giving his already thought out speech on how he saved the world. Almost everyone in S.P.A.C.E. was watching the Wubble being launched. Steve imagined the crowd being his interviewers but was soon snapped back into reality by a heavily accented English.
"Launching in 5, 4, 3 …"
Steve rested his chin on his hand as his brows were knit together.
" … 2 …"
Everyone leaned forward.
" … 1! Launch!"
Viktor's hand firmly pressed the red launch button.
The roar was deafening. In just 5 seconds, the Wubble already gained a speed of 100km/h and was continuing to increase. A live feed appeared at the front of the room. It showed the Wubble getting higher and higher. 2 minutes later, it was out of Earth's atmosphere and hurling it's way towards Theio.
Everyone sighed as the burden of the world lifted. Then they cheered and clapped. People crowded around Viktor, partially forgetting Steve, but he didn't care. He knew that he would finally have a good night's sleep.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Steve rested his chin on his hand as his brows were knit together.
" … 2 …"
Everyone leaned forward.
" … 1! Launch!"
Viktor's hand firmly pressed the red launch button.
The roar was deafening. In just 5 seconds, the Wubble already gained a speed of 100km/h and was continuing to increase. A live feed appeared at the front of the room. It showed the Wubble getting higher and higher. 2 minutes later, it was out of Earth's atmosphere and hurling it's way towards Theio.
Everyone sighed as the burden of the world lifted. Then they cheered and clapped. People crowded around Viktor, partially forgetting Steve, but he didn't care. He knew that he would finally have a good night's sleep.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Sunday, 2 November 2014
An Idealistic Approach
An idealistic approach is often seen as less pragmatic compared to a practical approach. However, an idealistic approach is sometimes more important for a practical approach. Throughout history, many people have shown that the use of idealistic approaches may be more beneficial in achieving their goals. Amelia Earhart, was an idealist and spent many years of hard training to become a pilot. Nelson Mandela, who spent 27 years in prison, became the first black president of South Africa and led a revolution. Also, we can see that the idealist approach has worked for Eleanor Roosevelt's who advocated human rights and was later be dubbed the "First Lady of the World".
Amelia Earhart is an example of an idealist. She was a nurse in World War II and became fast friends with many aviators, causing her interest in flying. When she finally decided to learn how to fly, she spent hours studying books and got a series of jobs to earn enough money to take flying lessons. She had dedicated her life to aviation, cutting her hair short and wearing his leather jacket for 3 nights to make it look more "worn". Earhart suffered from the Spanish flu pandemic that caused the victim to suffer from dizziness after hard work. Once she fell ill on a 10 hour flight and was nearly killed. Yet Earhart kept pursue her dream, and finally finished her course. In 1922, Amelia Earhart set the world altitude record for women pilots, 14 000 feet, and in 1932 Earhart was the first pilot to fly solo across the Atlantic, establishing herself as an aviator. With the idealistic approach, Amelia Earhart was able to become an accomplished aviator.
In addition, Nelson Mandela used the idealistic approach to achieving his goal. He has led numerous campaigns against the South African government and advocated for human rights. Although, in 1963, Mandela was sentenced to prison for life and was treated badly in prison because he was a coloured prisoner, he obtained a law degree. However, because of the growing local and international pressure, the government released Mandela in 1990. After being released from prison, Mandela declared that he would not stop advocating human rights until the black citizens had the right to vote. After being elected president of the African National Congress in 1991, he began to negotiate with President F.W. de Klerk for the right to vote and in 1993, both Mandela and de Klerk received a piece of the Nobel Prize. In 1994, South Africa held its first democratic election in which Nelson Mandela was appointed president. Thanks to him, the economy of South Africa began to grow and the government has funded many projects to create jobs and homes. Again, this is the result of an idealistic approach.
Eleanor Roosevelt, sometimes called the First Lady of the World, had been active in many women's rights movements such as the League of Women Voters. She became the first First Lady to hold her own press conferences and allowed women journalists, who had previously been banned from the conferences, to attend. Eleanor Roosevelt began advocating for the rights and needs of the poor, disadvantaged and minorities. She also traveled across the United States to observe the conditions and report these observations to the President.
Although some argue that a practical approach is more reasonable and realistic, an idealistic approach is just as valuable as well. With idealistic dreams, we can achieve larger goals. Amelia Earhart, Eleanor Roosevelt, Nelson Mandela, and many others have proven this. These people changed themselves and the world around them.
Amelia Earhart is an example of an idealist. She was a nurse in World War II and became fast friends with many aviators, causing her interest in flying. When she finally decided to learn how to fly, she spent hours studying books and got a series of jobs to earn enough money to take flying lessons. She had dedicated her life to aviation, cutting her hair short and wearing his leather jacket for 3 nights to make it look more "worn". Earhart suffered from the Spanish flu pandemic that caused the victim to suffer from dizziness after hard work. Once she fell ill on a 10 hour flight and was nearly killed. Yet Earhart kept pursue her dream, and finally finished her course. In 1922, Amelia Earhart set the world altitude record for women pilots, 14 000 feet, and in 1932 Earhart was the first pilot to fly solo across the Atlantic, establishing herself as an aviator. With the idealistic approach, Amelia Earhart was able to become an accomplished aviator.
In addition, Nelson Mandela used the idealistic approach to achieving his goal. He has led numerous campaigns against the South African government and advocated for human rights. Although, in 1963, Mandela was sentenced to prison for life and was treated badly in prison because he was a coloured prisoner, he obtained a law degree. However, because of the growing local and international pressure, the government released Mandela in 1990. After being released from prison, Mandela declared that he would not stop advocating human rights until the black citizens had the right to vote. After being elected president of the African National Congress in 1991, he began to negotiate with President F.W. de Klerk for the right to vote and in 1993, both Mandela and de Klerk received a piece of the Nobel Prize. In 1994, South Africa held its first democratic election in which Nelson Mandela was appointed president. Thanks to him, the economy of South Africa began to grow and the government has funded many projects to create jobs and homes. Again, this is the result of an idealistic approach.
Eleanor Roosevelt, sometimes called the First Lady of the World, had been active in many women's rights movements such as the League of Women Voters. She became the first First Lady to hold her own press conferences and allowed women journalists, who had previously been banned from the conferences, to attend. Eleanor Roosevelt began advocating for the rights and needs of the poor, disadvantaged and minorities. She also traveled across the United States to observe the conditions and report these observations to the President.
Although some argue that a practical approach is more reasonable and realistic, an idealistic approach is just as valuable as well. With idealistic dreams, we can achieve larger goals. Amelia Earhart, Eleanor Roosevelt, Nelson Mandela, and many others have proven this. These people changed themselves and the world around them.
Saturday, 18 October 2014
Summer Showers
In the deep void of the universe, the center of our life and the start of our existence burns in its glory. A star that we have come to depend on and who gave us life. It sits in the middle of the solar system watching the planets and beyond, holding the answer to the deepest of mysteries: the Sun. And at just the right distance a planet revolves around the Sun, the only known planet to hold life, our Earth. And so a beam of life giving light and energy travels towards the Earth. The light will take thousands of years to reach our Earth, but its heat and warmth is no less welcome.
In a garden, thousands of years later, the plants and animals receive the Sun's Gentle touch. Squirrels run about, chasing each other and butterflies dance in the wind. The summer heat rose as insects buzzed. Animals and humans alike sought the cool relief of shade. In a corner of the garden, tucked between bushes was a flower, the dirt its roots dug into was dry and cracked under the Sun's intense heat. Its leaves were gone, fallen victim to insects and so its beauty was marred. It looked with envy upon a rose, the gentle and delicate red petals greeted the sun's warmth with grace.
And suddenly the heat began to dissipate and a chill breeze brought a tense demeanor. Dark clouds rolled in, refusing the thousand year old light to warm the ground. The robins stopped chirping and returned to the safety of their nests and the squirrels scampered back towards the trees. The leaves of the flower quivered in anticipation. A storm was coming.
The first drops of water hit the ground, moistening the parched dirt and filling it with nutrients. The rain began pouring down, dumping the excess water back to the earth, returning the cool air. The water continued to patter on the ground. Under the trees drooping leaves the flower received the cool water as it rolled down into a pitch, Its stems, which once held leaves caught the droplets and held them close.
The storm's anger died down, its anger evaporated as the contents of the dark clouds were spent. Once again, the sun's rays hit the Earth, Tentatively, the squirrels peeked its head out of the thick canopy and put its foot down on the soft spongy earth. With more courage, it frolicked around the wet grass, exciting the other chipmunks and squirrels. As the sun fully emerged behind the clouds, its rays caught the water droplets on the leafless flower. The water sparkled in the sunlight, throwing out rainbows. The leafless plant stood tall and proud as the sun smiled down on its beauty.
Saturday, 4 October 2014
Originality
It is usually aways a better idea to use original ideas and not to copy someone else's idea. Repeating a used idea is not anything special, nor will it contribute to to the world around us. Without new ideas which sprout around, it becomes difficult to advance in knowledge, for the information we have now, did not come free. Leonardo da Vinci created the Mona Lisa. Isaac Newton discovered the law of gravity. Galileo Galilei improved the sight of the universe and space. None of them copied or heavily relied on past knowledge. Bill Gates wasn't caught up with his friends and classmates when he attended Harvard, instead he wanted to create something new, and he did: Microsoft. Ideas and opinions shouldn't be taken from someone else, they should come from each individual.
When Bill Gates began to excel in computer science, he created a very successful company in the name of Microsoft. During that time, many computer software creators had made softwares for many to use. Their softwares were free, and every one was content with that idea. Everyone else thought that this was the way computers should be. However, Gates did not agree that the softwares should be made free, and thought that people who wish to use their softwares, should pay for the services.
Even though the other computer software designers discouraged him from believing in such, he stuck to his ideas and thought on fair business. He created Microsoft and charged people who wanted to use his software. Microsoft was very powerful and useful and many people thought it was worth the money they paid. Because of Gates' own thoughts on successful business, Microsoft rose into being one of the greatest companies.
Bill Gates didn't agree with the rest of the world when most people did. His mind strayed from the single point on view on computer marketing and found a better and more successful way of doing business. People should try using their own thoughts and opinions when making a decision, for there is always a better choice.
It is healthy for the brain to think of original ideas, to practise making personal analyzations of a subject rather than copying others. Of course, it it true that other ideas can help give inspiration, but considering that all great breakthrough came with original, uncharted territory, people can be their own leaders instead of being caught up in what everyone else thinks.
When Bill Gates began to excel in computer science, he created a very successful company in the name of Microsoft. During that time, many computer software creators had made softwares for many to use. Their softwares were free, and every one was content with that idea. Everyone else thought that this was the way computers should be. However, Gates did not agree that the softwares should be made free, and thought that people who wish to use their softwares, should pay for the services.
Even though the other computer software designers discouraged him from believing in such, he stuck to his ideas and thought on fair business. He created Microsoft and charged people who wanted to use his software. Microsoft was very powerful and useful and many people thought it was worth the money they paid. Because of Gates' own thoughts on successful business, Microsoft rose into being one of the greatest companies.
Bill Gates didn't agree with the rest of the world when most people did. His mind strayed from the single point on view on computer marketing and found a better and more successful way of doing business. People should try using their own thoughts and opinions when making a decision, for there is always a better choice.
It is healthy for the brain to think of original ideas, to practise making personal analyzations of a subject rather than copying others. Of course, it it true that other ideas can help give inspiration, but considering that all great breakthrough came with original, uncharted territory, people can be their own leaders instead of being caught up in what everyone else thinks.
Preparing for the Future
Many people live caught up in the now. They don't really think about the future instead, they try to enjoy the present. If people were not prepared to be able to take on the rest of life, or even to pass an exam, then there won't be a present to enjoy. Elizabeth Murray worked hard for a better future, one where she gets accepted into Harvard instead of living on the streets like she has for most of her childhood. Similarity, Martin Luther King Jr. kept his end in mind and he worked hard into giving freedom to multicoloured people rather than waiting for something to happen. In the case of Blockbuster, a company which had once thrived with sales, closed down because they failed to keep up with the advancement of technology and were too caught up with the temporary stability.
Murray, with her remarkable story of how she went from homeless to Harvard, knew that she couldn't enjoy her present and thus resolved to work hard to get into a good school. Without parental support and guidance, she was about to go down the same road as her mother and father: relying on her rich boyfriend, party every night. She, in a way, enjoyed her youth and lived each day to the fullest, never giving much thought into tomorrow. Had she continued to revel in her present, she would not have been able to make it into Harvard. No, she saw who she wanted to become and the life she wanted to have, and made a life changing decision. She gave up her carefree ways to study and work hard in order to end up where she is now. After gruelling years of studying and learning, she found herself country wide support and raced across her road from homeless to Harvard.
With a story a bit more remorseful than that of Murray's, Martin Luther King Jr. realized that his happiness did not lie in the present where a harsh wedge was shoved between black and white people. He didn't exactly have enjoyable days as he was treated with less respect than the white people and his neighbourhood was flooded with unjust rights, disrespectful name calling and unnecessary separation. On Dec 1, he heard about Rosa Park's rebellion and joined the bus boycott. He realized that they can work together for a brighter future so he spent days working on his speech, " I had a dream". His speech empowered his fellow friends to push down the present and helped them envision a better world.
The effect of disregarding preparations for the future can be drastic, as it can be seen in the case of Blockbuster. This company who used to make good business in selling DVDs of new movie releases and had a seemingly stable employments suffered a heavy downfall. They were too caught up in their popularity, and the high demands of the consumers, that they didn't even give such as a glimpse into their future. People began to illegally upload movies onto the internet and give people free access to watch their movies. Netflix and Redbox came into business. But still, Blockbuster hadn't been able to see the true competition they were faced with and they continued to relish their income. Soon enough, their business was forced to close as they couldn't keep up with the ever changing world. They didn't prepare themselves for the future nor for some enterprise rivalry.
Dwelling on the present isn't a safe choice of lifestyle. Precautions should be heeded and preparations for the future can help a great deal into making life a more enjoyable experience. To relish in the present seems relaxing and easy, but the effect is only short term, as seen with many unsuccessful companies. Preparing for further challenges is important to achieve a longer, more satiable life.
Murray, with her remarkable story of how she went from homeless to Harvard, knew that she couldn't enjoy her present and thus resolved to work hard to get into a good school. Without parental support and guidance, she was about to go down the same road as her mother and father: relying on her rich boyfriend, party every night. She, in a way, enjoyed her youth and lived each day to the fullest, never giving much thought into tomorrow. Had she continued to revel in her present, she would not have been able to make it into Harvard. No, she saw who she wanted to become and the life she wanted to have, and made a life changing decision. She gave up her carefree ways to study and work hard in order to end up where she is now. After gruelling years of studying and learning, she found herself country wide support and raced across her road from homeless to Harvard.
With a story a bit more remorseful than that of Murray's, Martin Luther King Jr. realized that his happiness did not lie in the present where a harsh wedge was shoved between black and white people. He didn't exactly have enjoyable days as he was treated with less respect than the white people and his neighbourhood was flooded with unjust rights, disrespectful name calling and unnecessary separation. On Dec 1, he heard about Rosa Park's rebellion and joined the bus boycott. He realized that they can work together for a brighter future so he spent days working on his speech, " I had a dream". His speech empowered his fellow friends to push down the present and helped them envision a better world.
The effect of disregarding preparations for the future can be drastic, as it can be seen in the case of Blockbuster. This company who used to make good business in selling DVDs of new movie releases and had a seemingly stable employments suffered a heavy downfall. They were too caught up in their popularity, and the high demands of the consumers, that they didn't even give such as a glimpse into their future. People began to illegally upload movies onto the internet and give people free access to watch their movies. Netflix and Redbox came into business. But still, Blockbuster hadn't been able to see the true competition they were faced with and they continued to relish their income. Soon enough, their business was forced to close as they couldn't keep up with the ever changing world. They didn't prepare themselves for the future nor for some enterprise rivalry.
Dwelling on the present isn't a safe choice of lifestyle. Precautions should be heeded and preparations for the future can help a great deal into making life a more enjoyable experience. To relish in the present seems relaxing and easy, but the effect is only short term, as seen with many unsuccessful companies. Preparing for further challenges is important to achieve a longer, more satiable life.
Monday, 29 September 2014
Deep Caves and Backyards
Great discoveries can be made not by exploring the deepest caves and the highest mountains, but by investigating and observing the world around us. Some of the greatest discoveries, such as Archimedes eureka moment when he discovered the Archimedes Principle, we're found by observing everyday details. As with Newton and his dicovery of gravity, the most fundamental information can come from just observing simple life. Leonardo da Vinci, famous for the Mona Lisa also spent a great deal observing everything around him, enabling him to make amazing inventions way beyond his time, such as his flying contraption.
The story of how Archimedes proves that discoveries can be made by observing little details. The story of how Archimedes and the Golden Crown is one we were told as children. King Heiron II of Sicily gave a jeweler a bar of gold and told him to make a crown. When the king received his crown however, he suspected that the jeweler substituted some of the gold with a cheaper metal and pocketed the excess gold. The king asked Archimedes to verify whether the crown was genuine or not. While Archimedes was taking a a bath, he noticed that the objects in the bathtub was displacing some of the water. He observed that the object displaced the same mass of water as the object. With this sudden epiphany, legend has it that Archimedes ran out of the washroom, wet and naked yelling "Eureka!". Although perhaps Archimedes never ran out of the washroom naked, it was the observation of simply water being displaced that allowed Archimedes to discover the Archimedes principle.
Another legend of a discovery made by observing simple everyday details is the story of how Isaac
Newton discovered gravity. One day, when Newton was sitting under an apple tree at his mother's
house, an apple fell on his head. He began questioning why the apple always fell down words. After
more contemplation, he concluded that the apple wasn't falling downwards but drawn to the Earth's
core. He then connected this with celestial bodies, such as the moon, sun and stars and realized that
everything draws other objects, or has a gravitational pull. Because of the simple observation of an
apple falling down a tree, Newton was able to discover one of the most important discoveries in
science.
Leonardo da Vinci was a man who liked questioning the world around him, from why thunder lasted longer than lightening to why the sky was blue. Through observing corpses of animals, he was able to see exactly how the muscles moved and how each body system interacted with each other. He also
studied birds and aerodynamics, buying then freeing birds to study them in flight. He also studied bats, for the wings of his designs resembled bats. wings, with pointed ends, like bats. In his notes, he also mentioned that he studied kites and their flight as well. Through these observations, he was able to create the base of airplanes and helicopters, a huge breakthrough in human history.
Although some may argue that Darwin created the theory of evolution by exploring the Galápagos Islands, observing what is around us can provide us with important information as well. Deep caves may be a source of human history, but through nature, we can find much more answers that can help the development of human beings. Through observing nature, we now have electricity, the SpecialRelativity theory and more. The greatest discoveries are sometimes not found by exploring the unknown and going to extreme places, but right under our noses hidden from plain sight. Perhaps the nest great discovery will be in your backyard.
The story of how Archimedes proves that discoveries can be made by observing little details. The story of how Archimedes and the Golden Crown is one we were told as children. King Heiron II of Sicily gave a jeweler a bar of gold and told him to make a crown. When the king received his crown however, he suspected that the jeweler substituted some of the gold with a cheaper metal and pocketed the excess gold. The king asked Archimedes to verify whether the crown was genuine or not. While Archimedes was taking a a bath, he noticed that the objects in the bathtub was displacing some of the water. He observed that the object displaced the same mass of water as the object. With this sudden epiphany, legend has it that Archimedes ran out of the washroom, wet and naked yelling "Eureka!". Although perhaps Archimedes never ran out of the washroom naked, it was the observation of simply water being displaced that allowed Archimedes to discover the Archimedes principle.
Another legend of a discovery made by observing simple everyday details is the story of how Isaac
Newton discovered gravity. One day, when Newton was sitting under an apple tree at his mother's
house, an apple fell on his head. He began questioning why the apple always fell down words. After
more contemplation, he concluded that the apple wasn't falling downwards but drawn to the Earth's
core. He then connected this with celestial bodies, such as the moon, sun and stars and realized that
everything draws other objects, or has a gravitational pull. Because of the simple observation of an
apple falling down a tree, Newton was able to discover one of the most important discoveries in
science.
Leonardo da Vinci was a man who liked questioning the world around him, from why thunder lasted longer than lightening to why the sky was blue. Through observing corpses of animals, he was able to see exactly how the muscles moved and how each body system interacted with each other. He also
studied birds and aerodynamics, buying then freeing birds to study them in flight. He also studied bats, for the wings of his designs resembled bats. wings, with pointed ends, like bats. In his notes, he also mentioned that he studied kites and their flight as well. Through these observations, he was able to create the base of airplanes and helicopters, a huge breakthrough in human history.
Although some may argue that Darwin created the theory of evolution by exploring the Galápagos Islands, observing what is around us can provide us with important information as well. Deep caves may be a source of human history, but through nature, we can find much more answers that can help the development of human beings. Through observing nature, we now have electricity, the SpecialRelativity theory and more. The greatest discoveries are sometimes not found by exploring the unknown and going to extreme places, but right under our noses hidden from plain sight. Perhaps the nest great discovery will be in your backyard.
A happy place
Fluorescent lights blinked upon porcelain tiles.
Blue walls. Blue bands. Rooms of the unknown.
No, the hospital was not a happy place.
Huddled out on a street in Vegas.
Used guitar. Used shirt. Song for change.
No, the streets were not a happy place.
Hide in a corner, hope they go.
One laugh. One word. Crimson tears fall.
No, the hall was not a happy place.
Paint a picture, plant a seed.
Throw a dollar, give the needs.
Lend a hand, set them free.
Step ahead and do the deed.
The hospital becomes a safe haven,
The streets hold smiling faces.
School becomes a loving home,
The world is a happy place.
Blue walls. Blue bands. Rooms of the unknown.
No, the hospital was not a happy place.
Huddled out on a street in Vegas.
Used guitar. Used shirt. Song for change.
No, the streets were not a happy place.
Hide in a corner, hope they go.
One laugh. One word. Crimson tears fall.
No, the hall was not a happy place.
Paint a picture, plant a seed.
Throw a dollar, give the needs.
Lend a hand, set them free.
Step ahead and do the deed.
The hospital becomes a safe haven,
The streets hold smiling faces.
School becomes a loving home,
The world is a happy place.
Buying a Macbook Pro
After one year of vigorating work in delivering newspapers and helping neighbours with their gardens, there was finally enough money to buy a Macbook Pro. Every month, the hard earned money from newspaper delivery was stored away into a saving account along with any addition money earned from neighbours. This said, I was still a couple hundred short, but it was all covered in the final purchase.
Unfortunately, I had enough money for the laptop around the time of the release of the iPhone 6. The nearest Apple store had a huge line jutting out of its doors. A man wearing a blue hat flied up and down the line, barking orders and typing frantically into his machine. A plain RESERVATIONS sign was raised above the impatient bobbing heads of the line. For a while, we stood in the line, waiting to book a reservation until we realized the line was only for iPhone 6 buyers. As we made our way into the usually vacant store, it was flooded with viewers and prospective buyers. People waited to be able to experience the iPhones and iPads while others tried to catch a salesperson’s attention. When we finally reached the Macbook after pushing and bumping through the throng of customers, we waited for service.
There were only so many workers that day. A man rushed to us, looking like he was about to help until he suddenly pulled out his iPhone and quickly booked us into the reservation list. Other salesmen rushed around the store trying to find their appointed customer. Ten minutes passed, and finally, a lady with a kind happy face walked over. My mother began to speak, but was halted as the lady pulled out a laptop and started typing. She gestured to her ears and mouth, then shook her head. She was deaf mute.
Leaning over her shoulder, I see that she had written: How may I help you today?
Smiling back at her, I type an explanation of what we were interested in buying. She punched our order into her service iPhone and walked towards the back of the store. Instinctively, we began to obediently follow her until she turned back around and waved us back to our booth. She opened her laptop again and told us to wait here for her and gave us an apologetic smile. Confused, we watched her go.
She returned a few minutes later with my Macbook Pro. Her movement were slow and careful, unlike the rushed and blurred strides of the other Apple salesmen. Setting down the new laptop, she pulled hers out again and began to carefully explain other offers. She told us about a 15 minutes set up and about cases for the Macbook. We asked her a few more questions concerning return policy and such, where she kindly answered. When our personal set up assistant arrived, she tapped my shoulder and offered me her winning smile and gave a laugh. Though she couldn’t talk, it was nice to her beautiful laugh.
Back at home, with my wonderful new laptop, I was content. Though the process took longer than I had expected, it really didn't matter. What was several minutes more compared with quality service?
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
Little Decisions and Huge Consequences
Everyday we make thousands of small decisions, but these decisions can have major impacts on our lives, and even the lives around us. Although we see our everyday dicisions as insignificant, overtime they can have a a major effect on humanity. For example, Eve from the bible eating an apple seems like a small decision, but it transformed the rest of human history. In 1966, an American man by the name of Alfred E. Kahn published an article about the effects of small dicisions and his inspiration was the Ithaca railway. The death of many people on the RMS Titanic was also because of many small decisions.
The story of how human were banished from the garden of Eden is an example of how small disicions can have a huge consequence. God created the Garden of Eden and filled it with many trees bearing fruits. He created all the animals, including Adam and Eve the first humans. He told Adam and Eve that they could eat the fruit of any tree, except for the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. The two humans promised and lead a happy life free from pain and turmoil. However, one day, A snake convinced Eve to take a fruit from the Forbidden tree. Although eating the fruit was a small decision, it would soon have a huge consequence. Eve then convinced Adam to take a bite as well. Right after eating the fruit, they were able to separate right and wrong, but more importantly, they began to age and would die. Because the two disobeyed God, they were forced to leave the Garden of Eden and introduced hardship and toil to humans. The act of taking and eating the fruit was small and seemed insignificant at the time, but small acts can lead to huge consequences.
The essay by Alfred E. Kahn published in 1966 talked about how small decisions could lead to undesired outcomes. His inspiration for this essay came form the Ithaca Railway. At that time, the railway was the only reliable way to get in and out of the city and was always open, even in
unfavorable weather. However when a new airline was introduced, plus a bus company, people began making the decision to take the bus and ride the airplane to get out of the city. Less and less people
were using the railway, and thus it had to close. Perhaps no one saw taking the bus as a huge decision, and in fact, it is not, but these small decisions accumulated overtime causing a major means of transport to shut down.
A collection of small decisions were the cause of the sinking of the RMS Titanic. The ship was said to be unsinkable and the crew did not pay as much attention to the safety of the passengers, therefore there were less lifeboats, only enough for about half of the passengers, therefore many died in the freezing waters. The captain of the ship, Edward J. Smith wanted to beat the maiden voyage of the Olympic, the Titanic's sister ship and the Titanic was sailing full speed in an area known to have icebergs. If the captain decided to go slower, the ship may have been able to maneuver around the iceberg. Also, the binoculars were locked, and the lookouts did not have access to them during the fateful night, making it harder for them to spot icebergs. Perhaps if the binoculars were not locked up, the lookouts would be able to spot the iceberg.
Little decisions do have a large scale impact of the future. Looking at each decision individually, perhaps the decision would seem insignificant and not a big deal, but perhaps when looking at small, everyday decisions, we need to look at them as a whole, rather than individually. As the example of the Ithaca Railway and the sinking of the Titanic, each little event contributes to a larger and maybe more important consequence. Little decisions, unlike what many people think is many times the beginning of a great event.
unfavorable weather. However when a new airline was introduced, plus a bus company, people began making the decision to take the bus and ride the airplane to get out of the city. Less and less people
were using the railway, and thus it had to close. Perhaps no one saw taking the bus as a huge decision, and in fact, it is not, but these small decisions accumulated overtime causing a major means of transport to shut down.
A collection of small decisions were the cause of the sinking of the RMS Titanic. The ship was said to be unsinkable and the crew did not pay as much attention to the safety of the passengers, therefore there were less lifeboats, only enough for about half of the passengers, therefore many died in the freezing waters. The captain of the ship, Edward J. Smith wanted to beat the maiden voyage of the Olympic, the Titanic's sister ship and the Titanic was sailing full speed in an area known to have icebergs. If the captain decided to go slower, the ship may have been able to maneuver around the iceberg. Also, the binoculars were locked, and the lookouts did not have access to them during the fateful night, making it harder for them to spot icebergs. Perhaps if the binoculars were not locked up, the lookouts would be able to spot the iceberg.
Little decisions do have a large scale impact of the future. Looking at each decision individually, perhaps the decision would seem insignificant and not a big deal, but perhaps when looking at small, everyday decisions, we need to look at them as a whole, rather than individually. As the example of the Ithaca Railway and the sinking of the Titanic, each little event contributes to a larger and maybe more important consequence. Little decisions, unlike what many people think is many times the beginning of a great event.
Saturday, 23 August 2014
Discipline- The Road to Freedom
Discipline is an important part of our lives, and is an important step in achieving freedom. As Aristotle once said, “Through discipline comes freedom” discipline allows people to be free to achieve bigger goals. And not even just far reached goals, if one disciplines themselves to charge their phone every night, then they are free from worry the following day about running out of batteries in the middle of a call. Through discipline, Helen keller was able to be free to explore the world, despite that she was blind, deaf and mute. Many African Americans managed to overcome discrimination and segregation through discipline, one of which was Ruby Bridges. Malala Yousafzai is also an example of freedom through discipline.
Discipline was an important part with the life of Helen Keller. In 1882, when Keller was one-and-a-half years old, she fell ill and became blind, deaf and mute. Frustrated with a limited method of communication, Keller often threw tantrums and was wild and unruly. Finally, Helen Keller’s family hired Ann Sullivan to help their daughter. Sullivan invented a method of communication involving tapping one’s hand. She tried to connect objects and the tapping to Keller, but she rebelled. Finally, Helen Keller had a breakthrough when Ann Sullivan poured water onto Keller’s hand after tapping “water”; Keller had made her first connection. Helen became curious about the world around her, learning new words every day, and it is discipline that allowed Keller to make that breakthrough.
Ruby Bridges was able to overcome discrimination against African Americans through discipline. She was selected, along with many other African Americans, to take a test to determine whether they could or could not attend a “white” school. It was said that the test was exceptionally hard to give African American children a harder time to pass. In 1960, Ruby Bridge’s family was informed that she, along with 6 other African American children had passed the test. Ruby Bridges began attending the William Frantz School, the only African American there. When she arrived at the school, mobs of people protested at the intergration, rioting and throwing objects. Marshals had to accompany her to school and back home. Nearly all the white parents had kept their children at home and all through the day, protesters wre screaming outside. Only one teacher agreed to teach Ruby. Facing racism for a year, the school enrollment finally returned to normal, and through her discipline, Ruby was able to overcome these experiences, and with amny other African Americans, freed themselves from discrimination.
Malala Yousafzai is an example of how discipline can provide freedom. As a child, she attended a school funded by her father, but the Taliban began attacking many schools for girls. This began Yousafzai’s activism in the right for education. She began to speak out about the injustice and starting blogging for the BBC. When Malala was 14, the Taliban issued a death threat against her and her family. Although initially afraid, Malala still continued her speeches. On her way home from school one day, a man boarded a bus which Yousafzai was on and shot her. She was immediately flown to a military hospital, then to England where she recovered. She still speaks today about the importance of education for girls, women and everyone alike, but it was her discipline that kept her going and granted the freedom of education to many other girls.
Contrary to many beliefs, discipline does not always restrain someone from what they want to do. It allows people to not so easily succumb to their impulses, allowing them to be free to achieve higher goals. In order to achieve freedom, we need to discipline ourselves and allowing us to be free to make more decisions in the future.
Discipline was an important part with the life of Helen Keller. In 1882, when Keller was one-and-a-half years old, she fell ill and became blind, deaf and mute. Frustrated with a limited method of communication, Keller often threw tantrums and was wild and unruly. Finally, Helen Keller’s family hired Ann Sullivan to help their daughter. Sullivan invented a method of communication involving tapping one’s hand. She tried to connect objects and the tapping to Keller, but she rebelled. Finally, Helen Keller had a breakthrough when Ann Sullivan poured water onto Keller’s hand after tapping “water”; Keller had made her first connection. Helen became curious about the world around her, learning new words every day, and it is discipline that allowed Keller to make that breakthrough.
Ruby Bridges was able to overcome discrimination against African Americans through discipline. She was selected, along with many other African Americans, to take a test to determine whether they could or could not attend a “white” school. It was said that the test was exceptionally hard to give African American children a harder time to pass. In 1960, Ruby Bridge’s family was informed that she, along with 6 other African American children had passed the test. Ruby Bridges began attending the William Frantz School, the only African American there. When she arrived at the school, mobs of people protested at the intergration, rioting and throwing objects. Marshals had to accompany her to school and back home. Nearly all the white parents had kept their children at home and all through the day, protesters wre screaming outside. Only one teacher agreed to teach Ruby. Facing racism for a year, the school enrollment finally returned to normal, and through her discipline, Ruby was able to overcome these experiences, and with amny other African Americans, freed themselves from discrimination.
Malala Yousafzai is an example of how discipline can provide freedom. As a child, she attended a school funded by her father, but the Taliban began attacking many schools for girls. This began Yousafzai’s activism in the right for education. She began to speak out about the injustice and starting blogging for the BBC. When Malala was 14, the Taliban issued a death threat against her and her family. Although initially afraid, Malala still continued her speeches. On her way home from school one day, a man boarded a bus which Yousafzai was on and shot her. She was immediately flown to a military hospital, then to England where she recovered. She still speaks today about the importance of education for girls, women and everyone alike, but it was her discipline that kept her going and granted the freedom of education to many other girls.
Contrary to many beliefs, discipline does not always restrain someone from what they want to do. It allows people to not so easily succumb to their impulses, allowing them to be free to achieve higher goals. In order to achieve freedom, we need to discipline ourselves and allowing us to be free to make more decisions in the future.
Wednesday, 20 August 2014
Deceit
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
-Marina Tsvetaeva
-Marina Tsvetaeva
We have an instinct to lie and deceive. Studies show that babies, even at the age of 6 months begin to deceive. They fake laugh and sometimes cry when nothing is wrong, just to get attention. In fact, studies show that deception is at times necessary. We all try to hide our mistakes, believing that it was a stroke of bad luck. Deception itself is completely normal. In fact, studies show that slightly overrating oneself is actually psychologically healthy. It can reduce stress, help form better relationships, and makes us less prone to depression by protecting our egos.
Whenever meeting new people, I always feel self conscious and awkward. I fumbled over words and was never sure about what exactly what was expected of me. Yet, I soon realized that if I pretended to be at ease with the other person, it is easier to strike up a conversation. When trying to act friendlier, I began to feel friendlier and more relaxed, laughing easily at their jokes and be acquainted with said person. Perhaps before meeting the person, I was in a crabby mood or had paradigms of that person, but pretending to be friendlier helped me overcome the prejudices.
There are cases in real life where deception is used for the greater good. In a nursing home in Germany, they placed a fake bus stop outside the Alzheimer's ward. Should the patients wander off out onto the streets, they would sit down and wait for a bus, and thus are safer and easier to find. Through this, we can see that sometimes deception isn’t a terrible thing,
Yet, deception may have its darker sides. Convincing oneself that the large cake they ate is justified because they hadn’t had cake in 2 days. Perhaps at the beginning, we lied to ourselves that we are able to talk in front of a large crowd worked; deception can have a snowball effect. As we find that deception, in this case, self-deception, can help us, we begin to apply this strategy more easily, and feeling less guilt while being more reckless as we do so.
In conclusion, although deception is shunned in our worlds, it is an inevitable part of our lives. Who could forget Pinocchio, whose nose grew when he lied and the terrible consequences that followed. Yes, deception has is bad effects, but its positive effects outweigh the negative. Perhaps we shouldn’t put our feet too deep in the hole of deceit, but lying now and then to our selves is perfectly acceptable.
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
Shouts of Silence
The night is quiet. The night is loud. Robins spread their wings around their young who sleep peacefully with full stomachs. For now, they are safe behind the thick branches and concealed by the leaves. Not a sound comes from them. A few twigs below them, lay a resting squirrel in a snug hole. Its nutshells are scattered across his home. He doesn’t chatter anymore. This tree is sound asleep, or so it seems. On the opposite side of the trunk, a spider works slowly and carefully on her web. Each fall and climb creates an intricate design and pattern. Her eight thin arms weave the silver thread silently. Above her masterpiece, and owl hoots.
A couple meters to their right, closer to the dying lights of the urban world, a thief masked in black scours the area. A metal clang is followed by rustling, as he pokes his head around for the promise of food. His time has come to do what he does the best. After a whole day of camping out, he attacks his prey. This night he is not interrupted.
The creatures inside the building did not register the clang of their garbage can. No, they were dreaming. Their lights have been extinguished to embrace the silence and to reach their minds to the stars. Their breathing is even and shallow. The purr of the computer and the hum of their fans are mute at the moment. Time to time, the peace is disturbed by a whoosh. It was something passing their house at a great speed. Through their open windows, cars can be heard running back to put other sleepy creatures to bed. And wait! There is the distinct sound of snoring.
Along the streets, the moon and stars are not the only ones spilling light in the night. Street lamps bathe the roads with small pools of warmth. They shower the grass with yellow light, but consequently, clouding the stars. The crickets’ chirps are melted into the air.
Above the cloud of light, higher into the sky, millions of stars drown the heavens. The sun is away and resting, the moon soft and soothing. Yet in the clusters of stars, planets and galaxies, the constellation Leo roars loudly in the sky. Yes, there is also Orion, bow ready, guarding the night. Little Bear seeks comfort from Big Bear. The planets continue to orbit around each other endlessly. Are they asleep? No, they are very much awake like the rest of our little world.
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Talking is highly utilized in social life. A prime minister delivering a speech, telling a joke, or even a friendly "hello". With all these purposes, talking seems like the most effective way of communication. It is surprising how easily people can be manipulated by means of talking, or the lies that are coated within the words. Is talking really the ultimate form of communication?
With the advancement of technology, more people are communicating with one another via email text, or other social medias. Phones are barely used, as a single text can convey the same purpose, but in a faster and more convenient way. Be that as it may, a text sent as a joke could be read in a different light. It could be received as rude, offensive, or even insulting. A sorrowful update on Facebook might not be able to express the true in depth feelings, hence, the hurt will be easily swept aside. Face to face talking allows emotions to ride out on the words to project true thoughts on a subject matter. A simple verbal greeting can show someone what social/relationship status they stand on. Through text, a "hey" can offer many mixed feelings and messages. Also, talking is more preside and easy to understand. It can coax out immediate reaction and response, whereas an email might be accidentally delete do purposely ignored. On the phone and through speech, it is a safe bate that the message was delivered.
When parting, the farewell can give an indication as to how well the discussion went. It can show a summary of the chat. A reluctant goodbye, to a curt part, or an acrid hiss can't be seen or felt through text. It is more accurate to communicate with speech.
The emotions that easily brew out can have a side affect. If someone does not wish to share selective feelings, it would be more comfortable to communicate through text. Like so, people can easily act aloof instead of nervous, happy instead of jealous, and so on. They will be able to fake emotions to fit the context, and cover true feelings with the help of a text' slow sentimental value. Texts can mask unwanted thoughts that a soft tone or a gruff reply can give away. Naturally, the discussion won't be as effective, but it will sure be satisfying. Also through text, people often become braver. Since immediate response can be avoided, people can hide behind their words. For example, an employee who is intimidated by their boss can ask for a raise through email.
Some times, words cannot explain the true feelings or the apologies. A small smile with a pat on the back and even a hug, can explain a whole story. When some one is upset, they do not want to complain to others, but a glazed eye can show it all. A hand gesture, raised eyebrows, or a twitch of the lips can tell a lot about the hidden meanings behind words. Talking is a form of verbal communication, but nonverbal communication works just fine. Talking can indeed display the different tones, but sometimes a harsh 'No' is an accident. Appraise the body for different signs. Creased eyebrows, crossed arms and a puffed up chest can signify a strong disagreement whereas a scrunched face and a small roll of the eyes may indicate a slight annoyance. Taking in the signs of body language can show others exactly what going on in the mind, without the heavy baggage of words.
Talking is quite effective in business or persuasion, by hearing others' reaction, can alert the speaker to change tactics and try a different approach. Talking may not be the most satisfying mean of communication, but is is surely effective and easy to understand.
With the advancement of technology, more people are communicating with one another via email text, or other social medias. Phones are barely used, as a single text can convey the same purpose, but in a faster and more convenient way. Be that as it may, a text sent as a joke could be read in a different light. It could be received as rude, offensive, or even insulting. A sorrowful update on Facebook might not be able to express the true in depth feelings, hence, the hurt will be easily swept aside. Face to face talking allows emotions to ride out on the words to project true thoughts on a subject matter. A simple verbal greeting can show someone what social/relationship status they stand on. Through text, a "hey" can offer many mixed feelings and messages. Also, talking is more preside and easy to understand. It can coax out immediate reaction and response, whereas an email might be accidentally delete do purposely ignored. On the phone and through speech, it is a safe bate that the message was delivered.
When parting, the farewell can give an indication as to how well the discussion went. It can show a summary of the chat. A reluctant goodbye, to a curt part, or an acrid hiss can't be seen or felt through text. It is more accurate to communicate with speech.
The emotions that easily brew out can have a side affect. If someone does not wish to share selective feelings, it would be more comfortable to communicate through text. Like so, people can easily act aloof instead of nervous, happy instead of jealous, and so on. They will be able to fake emotions to fit the context, and cover true feelings with the help of a text' slow sentimental value. Texts can mask unwanted thoughts that a soft tone or a gruff reply can give away. Naturally, the discussion won't be as effective, but it will sure be satisfying. Also through text, people often become braver. Since immediate response can be avoided, people can hide behind their words. For example, an employee who is intimidated by their boss can ask for a raise through email.
Some times, words cannot explain the true feelings or the apologies. A small smile with a pat on the back and even a hug, can explain a whole story. When some one is upset, they do not want to complain to others, but a glazed eye can show it all. A hand gesture, raised eyebrows, or a twitch of the lips can tell a lot about the hidden meanings behind words. Talking is a form of verbal communication, but nonverbal communication works just fine. Talking can indeed display the different tones, but sometimes a harsh 'No' is an accident. Appraise the body for different signs. Creased eyebrows, crossed arms and a puffed up chest can signify a strong disagreement whereas a scrunched face and a small roll of the eyes may indicate a slight annoyance. Taking in the signs of body language can show others exactly what going on in the mind, without the heavy baggage of words.
Talking is quite effective in business or persuasion, by hearing others' reaction, can alert the speaker to change tactics and try a different approach. Talking may not be the most satisfying mean of communication, but is is surely effective and easy to understand.
Materialism- Should it be criticized?
Materialism, defined by Merriam Webster is “a way of thinking that gives too much importance to material possessions rather than to spiritual or intellectual things”. Today, we can see many people going to malls, buying the latest trend in shoes, clothing and other unnecessary items. Although I believe that materialism itself is a reprobate trait, modern society shouldn’t criticize people for being materialistic. Yes, money can’t buy happiness, but it can, in some degree, bring satisfaction. Some studies show that our brain releases dopamine, the reason why we feel pleasure, when thinking of buying goods and being materialistic is a part of human instinct.
We usually associate buying things with positive emotions. Subsequently, we think that purchasing new stuff makes us happy. In a study, researchers looked the activity in the brain when we decide to buy something. When a person views an object, an area in the brain called the nucleus accumbens lights up when that person liked what they saw and our brain gets flooded dopamine at the thought of getting what they wanted. Perhaps because of this sensation of pleasure, we tend to buy it, giving in to our desires. However, studies show that with the passing of time, although we can still experience the positive emotions when using the product, we will experience this emotion less and less, thus prompting us to throw it out and buy something new.
In addition, some theories say that materialism is a natural instinct. In terms of Darwin's theory of evolution, we can see how we would become materialistic. Since natural resources are limited, human beings had to compete over them, and try to posses as much as possible. Another theory suggests that materialism is a survival instinct. Because of materialism, where we are constantly restless and constantly craving, we are in a state of alertness. When we are dissatisfied, we keep seeking for ways to satisfy ourselves, and in the process we are on the look out for ways of improving our chances of survival; if we were satisfied we would become relaxed and incautious, and other predators would take advantage of that.
Yet, there are many cases where being materialistic can bring dissatisfaction. The old saying “money can’t buy happiness” would be appropriate. After all, we will experience less satisfaction as time goes by with material wealth. And there are many instances where materialism consumed people to such an extent that they spend every waking hour thinking about their growing collection of clothes, cars, phones etc.
In conclusion, material wealth, or materialism is completely appropriate, if it does not affect one’s personal and everyday life. People should not criticize others for their materialism as it is a part of human nature, and is thus, inevitable. Although people should not dwell on material wealth too much and aspire to be on top of the latest trend, and should instead spend more time with family and friends, materialism should be accepted in modern society. Or perhaps, as a better solution, people should spend their money on experiences, such as vacations with the family as opposed to products.
We usually associate buying things with positive emotions. Subsequently, we think that purchasing new stuff makes us happy. In a study, researchers looked the activity in the brain when we decide to buy something. When a person views an object, an area in the brain called the nucleus accumbens lights up when that person liked what they saw and our brain gets flooded dopamine at the thought of getting what they wanted. Perhaps because of this sensation of pleasure, we tend to buy it, giving in to our desires. However, studies show that with the passing of time, although we can still experience the positive emotions when using the product, we will experience this emotion less and less, thus prompting us to throw it out and buy something new.
In addition, some theories say that materialism is a natural instinct. In terms of Darwin's theory of evolution, we can see how we would become materialistic. Since natural resources are limited, human beings had to compete over them, and try to posses as much as possible. Another theory suggests that materialism is a survival instinct. Because of materialism, where we are constantly restless and constantly craving, we are in a state of alertness. When we are dissatisfied, we keep seeking for ways to satisfy ourselves, and in the process we are on the look out for ways of improving our chances of survival; if we were satisfied we would become relaxed and incautious, and other predators would take advantage of that.
Yet, there are many cases where being materialistic can bring dissatisfaction. The old saying “money can’t buy happiness” would be appropriate. After all, we will experience less satisfaction as time goes by with material wealth. And there are many instances where materialism consumed people to such an extent that they spend every waking hour thinking about their growing collection of clothes, cars, phones etc.
In conclusion, material wealth, or materialism is completely appropriate, if it does not affect one’s personal and everyday life. People should not criticize others for their materialism as it is a part of human nature, and is thus, inevitable. Although people should not dwell on material wealth too much and aspire to be on top of the latest trend, and should instead spend more time with family and friends, materialism should be accepted in modern society. Or perhaps, as a better solution, people should spend their money on experiences, such as vacations with the family as opposed to products.
Kindness: Is it from the Heart
In everyday life, we are told to be kind towards others, treat others the way you want to be treated and respect people. In our early years, teachers, parents and all adults teach us to be respectful and polite. We seem to have an instinct that makes us treat others kindly. Yet, in our deepest hearts, we aren’t so kind and warmhearted. Our desire to be kind will most likely be subconsciously attributed to our desire for everyone else to treat us the same way. We may want to gain a reputation of a kind person, allowing more people to trust in us. Perhaps our drive to be kind isn’t from the goodness of our hearts, but from our own personal gain.
When I was younger, I once helped my sister wash the dishes. The following day, it was my turn to wash the dishes and I asked my sister to help.
“I helped you yesterday, so you have to help me today,” I had told her.
Most people, when doing a kind act, expect it to be returned. Perhaps they refuse it, but subconsciously we all expect it. The saying what comes around goes around can be attributed to this. If the other person refuses to help or show kindness back, our first reaction would be to not show kindness back either. On the other hand, when someone shows kindness to me, I feel obliged to do the same thing. There are many instances where people who don’t get along become the best of friends after a bit of kindness. Maybe it is the deepest urge for us to return the favor that makes us in turn, nice to others.
When I was younger, I once helped my sister wash the dishes. The following day, it was my turn to wash the dishes and I asked my sister to help.
“I helped you yesterday, so you have to help me today,” I had told her.
Most people, when doing a kind act, expect it to be returned. Perhaps they refuse it, but subconsciously we all expect it. The saying what comes around goes around can be attributed to this. If the other person refuses to help or show kindness back, our first reaction would be to not show kindness back either. On the other hand, when someone shows kindness to me, I feel obliged to do the same thing. There are many instances where people who don’t get along become the best of friends after a bit of kindness. Maybe it is the deepest urge for us to return the favor that makes us in turn, nice to others.
Also, when we show kindness to everyone around us, we gain a reputation of being polite, trustworthy, respectable and moral. We can easily borrow objects from our friends or colleagues, them knowing that you will return it back, as oppose to them giving the object acquiescingly, or not at all. For example, a person who never returns borrowed money will soon gain a bad reputation and make it harder for them to borrow money later on.
In conclusion, kindness isn’t a bad thing, and most people won’t have sinister reasons for their kindness and aspire to be kind because they want to be kind. However, there will always be some degree of selfishness, a reason why we are being kind. It could be something small, such as wanting others to be kind to you as well, but a reason nonetheless.
In conclusion, kindness isn’t a bad thing, and most people won’t have sinister reasons for their kindness and aspire to be kind because they want to be kind. However, there will always be some degree of selfishness, a reason why we are being kind. It could be something small, such as wanting others to be kind to you as well, but a reason nonetheless.
Monday, 18 August 2014
Reading is Believing
Monsters. Vampires. Unicorns.
These are creatures that show up in many books like the Twilight Saga, the Lord
of the Rings, and Harry Potter. Of course they aren’t read. Time machines,
anti-aging potions and super powers: unreal, and unlikely. This kind of information
wrapped neatly into an interesting storyline can capture the minds of many avid
readers. Books like these create a nice world for readers to imagine during
their free time, but could simultaneously be brainwashing them.
On the way to work, it seems
like a good time to pull out that Angel & Demon book. The peace-bringing
angel releases her heavenly magic as she single-handedly protects the world
from the nasty demon. With a chuckle, the book is stored back away into the
bag. That’s when the thoughts pop out.
Can angels be real? Could everything be real? Do good guys always win?
Books that portray the protagonist,
as a lucky, average kid will lead people into believing in sugar coated lies. A
dorky teen does not gain respect in a couple of days. There isn’t a prince
charming to save the day. A stab in the heart will kill. Books make falling in
love easy and they make I perfect. Miracles do occur, but they happen too
often. This leads people into thinking that life is simple. Simple as in – a
perfect partner will fall through the door, drugs will be pushed aside, and
murderers will stop killing.
The teenagers of this
generation are constantly wrapped up in their own fantasy world for too long,
that it becomes a hazard. When partying out with friends, caution may be
discarded into the wind. A bottle too much of beer, one cigarette, and a taxi
ride home, seem like good ideas. After all, nobody gets hurt in the stories
they’ve read. The characters get drunk, and drive home at one o’clock in the
morning, and arrive home safely. The real world has kidnappers and thieves.
There are health issues and illnesses that are constantly ignored or left out
in books. Some stories use unrealistic events in hopes of reinforcing an
idea/moral. However, they can subconsciously infer that it’s okay to sneak out
to danger zones in the middle of the night and break fundamental rules and stay
out of trouble. The kids of this generation take ideas out of books to think
procrastination is the answer. However, incomplete projects remain incomplete.
Most fiction books give readers warped paradigms of the world.
More books should be focused
on real world plots. They could be about suicidal problems, war, or cancer.
Books like the Fault in our Stars, Little Women, and autobiographies can offer
readers an insight of our real world.
It is no surprise that
fantasy books are more interesting than the truth. They like to portray the
world as it should be, but poverty, discrimination, pollution, and diseases,
are part of nature. These important factors are conveniently left out which can
cause the readers’ sight of the world to grow narrow. Of course, people will
like for the world to be perfect, so the fantasy stories are pleasing the mind
and soul.
Books play a huge role in
influencing a person’s thought and beliefs, especially towards children. Having
books to guide through problems of the current world may be boring and
lifeless, but for the benefit of children, readers should see the truth.
Monday, 4 August 2014
Good News is No News
When reading a newspaper heading, we are confronted with headlines such as “Plane crashes leaving 6 injured” or “Earthquake hits the coast of Haiti”. In fact, when facing headlines such as “New light on cancer research” people tend to skip the article. Although good news may not be counted as no news, bad news has a way of snaring people’s attention. We focus on bad news and tend to notice bad things more often than good things, and bad news keeps us in a state of suspense.
Throughout the day, we constantly grumble about our lazy classmate, our unfair boss and how the world is against you. We always notice the little things that ruin our day, such as a bird dropping on your car window. Good news, to us, is the ordinary, it is what should happen, what we deserve. Perhaps, we didn’t notice that a friend complemented our new shoes or someone said thank you when you held the door for them. Because we notice all these bad things, we can easily notice bad news on the newspaper.
In a good story, there needs to be a problem first, then a solution. Bad news, in a way is the problem while good news signifies the “ending” of the story. Bad news keeps us suspenseful, a feeling we crave. As with a good book, we long to know what will happen next and we continue on reading. Good news, when solving a problem, would ultimately be the ending and the "happily ever after". As bad news develops, we crave to know what will happen, if it will end well or not.
Ultimately, bad news has a way of captivating us. Good news might not necessarily be “no news” but, in a way, it is less interesting and less suspenseful. Perhaps it is in our deepest instincts to be more alert for bad news such as our “flight or fight” reaction, but bad news, for now will stay on the front page.
Throughout the day, we constantly grumble about our lazy classmate, our unfair boss and how the world is against you. We always notice the little things that ruin our day, such as a bird dropping on your car window. Good news, to us, is the ordinary, it is what should happen, what we deserve. Perhaps, we didn’t notice that a friend complemented our new shoes or someone said thank you when you held the door for them. Because we notice all these bad things, we can easily notice bad news on the newspaper.
In a good story, there needs to be a problem first, then a solution. Bad news, in a way is the problem while good news signifies the “ending” of the story. Bad news keeps us suspenseful, a feeling we crave. As with a good book, we long to know what will happen next and we continue on reading. Good news, when solving a problem, would ultimately be the ending and the "happily ever after". As bad news develops, we crave to know what will happen, if it will end well or not.
Ultimately, bad news has a way of captivating us. Good news might not necessarily be “no news” but, in a way, it is less interesting and less suspenseful. Perhaps it is in our deepest instincts to be more alert for bad news such as our “flight or fight” reaction, but bad news, for now will stay on the front page.
Over the Horizon
A cool breeze runs
through a prairie. The lush green grass covers different wonders under each
stalk. It ripples softly. The smell of flowers wafts around the floor and sky,
accompanied by the sounds of life. A bird sings; a bee hums. A couple of pine
trees fill the area; it is the crown of the prairie, but also the heart. The
trees are tall with age with roots reaching down to the beginning of life.
Just below, a she-wolf
brings 3 cubs to the world. Their eyes open to the sight of the prairie, their
home. 2 butterflies flutter around a group of yellow daisies and their colours
bring joy and peace to many. A deer drinks from a crystal pond which canvasses
an image of the blue sky like a painting. Soon, the sun dips into the horizon.
It leaves behind a trail of red, then pink, then orange. Colours, which
painters and photographers can never seem to capture.
Years later, mother
wolf ages and is carried into the night. She finds her way into the moon, where
she watches over her children. The youngest, no longer a pup, looks upon the
moon and howls to his mother. The meadow is silent with sleep and his musical
notes linger in the air. His two older siblings left in search of food. They
never came back.
In the morning, he
decides to look for them. He took one more glance at his beloved home, teemed
with life, and then turns and leaves. Surely, his sibling lay just over the
horizon. He tore through the endless roads and ran faster than the wind. No
matter how fast he ran, each step forward, the horizon moved one step back. He
kept running as the sun and moon continued their toil. What lay over the
horizon? He ran until her could run no more and he finally stopped. He returned
to his home but it was not as he left it.
It was dark and dull,
the grass were flimsy little strings. There were not animals, not signs of any
one. Where there used to be a beautiful pond, lay not a cracked hole. It was
all drained away – its lovely painting was stolen away too. Heavy, black clouds
blocked all the sun and the moon cast an eerie glow. The havoc continued. What
sorry rays of sun there were left shone on the pine trees. The same one which
brought him to existence was only a heap of twigs and branches. He looked up at
the moon and howled with anguish – each of his notes carried the raw loneliness
of his sorrow.
A sudden gust of wind
rushed at him and blew a pine seed in his direction. The seed was not damaged
and it was the only colour in the monochromatic world. He planted the seed and
waited. He cried in despair and his tears filled the dry land with water. He
cried and cried until the clouds rained away. Finally the seed sprouted, pushed
away the soil, and grew faster by the minutes. It grew so tall that the top
couldn’t be seen. Life slowly crept back and everything fit back together. The
prairie thrived once more, all from one seed.
What lies over the horizon?
Nothing. Yet, everything.
Thursday, 24 July 2014
Decrepit
The rusty gate creaked open, beckoning towards a path of cracked stones; thick weeds blew in the chilly wind. The path led towards a worn house, its window’s barred and the chimney long stopped showing signs of a warm hearth. The wood of the abandoned house were covered with tangled ivy vines, snaking its way along the length of the house, but it still showed flakes of the bright red paint, like a faint ghost of what the building used to be.
The balcony creaked with every step and the wailing wind was the only company one could find. An old lamp hung on a bent hook, the glass broken and the shards on the ground. The brass doorknob squeaked with unused and protested at being opened. A light hung from the ceiling, its bulbs long burned out and the crystals were now dulled from the years of collected dust, forming a thick grimy layer. The wallpaper in the hallway hung limp from the wall, revealing the dull brown color underneath. The pictures laid smashed on the ground, hastily brushed to the side, showing pictures of a brighter time.
The hallway led to a few rooms, the slight breeze pushed one of the doors slightly ajar, revealing a mattress-less bed and the golden poles weathered rain and snow from a cracked window. Beside the bed lay a porcelain doll, its face smashed on the ground, its unfeeling eyes stared straight ahead, a smile plastered on its face. The sight of the room brought a wave of nostalgia.
It happened 47 years ago. Everyone was in bed, blissfully unaware of the events that would occur in the next few moments. At that time, the house was dry and the roof did its job protecting us. The window was clear, almost as if there was nothing between the outside and the inside. The plates were all sparkling and the utensils were polished. A soft downy mattress was under me with a warm quilt and the smiling doll in my arm. We all heard the explosion. As the sound intruded to my sleep, I began hearing the screaming and the crying. I rushed to the window, peeking outside and saw the ball of flames erupting from the nuclear plant nearby. We left the house afterwards, as did many others, letting our dear home crumble into ruins.
In the living room, a shadow of its once warm aura, I sat, watching the sun make its slow ascent in the sky, rocking in the rocking chair that once was my grandmother’s. The living room was a mess. Scraps of paper lay around in al corners and unidentifiable shards of objects were heaped together. The dark brown bookshelf was now collapsed; the books were strewn across the floor. As the sun appeared behind the clouds, its light filtered into the room, from the yellowed window and caught the crystal of the light in the hallway and I was basked in the colorful light of a rainbow.
The balcony creaked with every step and the wailing wind was the only company one could find. An old lamp hung on a bent hook, the glass broken and the shards on the ground. The brass doorknob squeaked with unused and protested at being opened. A light hung from the ceiling, its bulbs long burned out and the crystals were now dulled from the years of collected dust, forming a thick grimy layer. The wallpaper in the hallway hung limp from the wall, revealing the dull brown color underneath. The pictures laid smashed on the ground, hastily brushed to the side, showing pictures of a brighter time.
The hallway led to a few rooms, the slight breeze pushed one of the doors slightly ajar, revealing a mattress-less bed and the golden poles weathered rain and snow from a cracked window. Beside the bed lay a porcelain doll, its face smashed on the ground, its unfeeling eyes stared straight ahead, a smile plastered on its face. The sight of the room brought a wave of nostalgia.
It happened 47 years ago. Everyone was in bed, blissfully unaware of the events that would occur in the next few moments. At that time, the house was dry and the roof did its job protecting us. The window was clear, almost as if there was nothing between the outside and the inside. The plates were all sparkling and the utensils were polished. A soft downy mattress was under me with a warm quilt and the smiling doll in my arm. We all heard the explosion. As the sound intruded to my sleep, I began hearing the screaming and the crying. I rushed to the window, peeking outside and saw the ball of flames erupting from the nuclear plant nearby. We left the house afterwards, as did many others, letting our dear home crumble into ruins.
In the living room, a shadow of its once warm aura, I sat, watching the sun make its slow ascent in the sky, rocking in the rocking chair that once was my grandmother’s. The living room was a mess. Scraps of paper lay around in al corners and unidentifiable shards of objects were heaped together. The dark brown bookshelf was now collapsed; the books were strewn across the floor. As the sun appeared behind the clouds, its light filtered into the room, from the yellowed window and caught the crystal of the light in the hallway and I was basked in the colorful light of a rainbow.
Sunday, 6 July 2014
历史文化名城 · 阆中 · 孔家大院 ( 2 )
The Langzhong city, situated in the Sichan province of China, is a ancestral location of my family. Descending from my mother's forefather, Confucius, the 66 generation of the Kong line resided in this particular city. This old house has been constructed for roughly 300 years, every carve embossed on the wall containing the history and culture of our ancestry.
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孔家大院
孔家大院修建于清康熙年间，为孔子第66代孙所建的住宅，已有320多年历史。该院坐南朝北，由两正院一后花园18间房屋组成，左右对称，中间为主庭，东西两侧为花厅，占地300余平方米，建筑布局为四合院小天井双坡青瓦屋面的穿逗结构，门窗雕花，正庭大梁上有太极图与龙纹彩绘，是典型的川北古民居大院。
明、清时，孔氏为大户人家，以教书为生，兼营其他产业，后家道衰落。1939至1942年，时任川康建设期成会阆中办事处主任的张澜先生，曾在此设署衙办公和居住。
地址:阆中古城白花庵街10号
电话:0817-6229890
门票:3元
[ Last edited by 来了又走了 on 05-11-10 at 19:35 ]
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孔氏族人，子孙繁衍，氏族昌盛，延续至今，共有82代，历经2550年。根据“孔子世家谱续修工作协会”会长孔德墉提供的数字，目前孔子后代接近400万人，他们分布于海峡两岸及海外，其中大陆约300万人。
阆中这一支孔子后裔，是怎么来的呢？据《孔子世家谱》记载：孔子52代孔之升从山东曲阜迁居陕西华原（今陕西耀县）。公元1677年，65代孔衍康奉朝廷之命，入川平定吴三桂叛乱，当时平叛已进入第4年，战争异常激烈，该支武官较多，其中多人战死沙场，孔衍康也为国捐躯，遗体运回阆中，安葬在较场坝。4年后平叛结束，66代孔兴石即定居阆中，他的两个儿子的后裔即今天毛家巷孔姓和屏江街孔姓。孔姓家族在阆中城内修有多处大院，包括至今保存完好的孔家大院。上个世纪30年代，阆中这一支孔姓家族在世男性为286人，现在估计近2000人，子孙遍布全国和海外。
从清代以来，阆中这一支孔姓家族不乏杰出人物，如反袁司令孔宝庆，牺牲在阆中西门外；广东巡检孔昭堪，其夫人为著名诗人梁清芬。近现代更是人才辈出，在科技教育界的专家学者达60余人之多，较知名的有现定居美国的原台湾新竹清华大学教授孔筱芳，有阆中中学创始人、省政协委员的孔震生，华西医科大学副校长孔繁成，中国航空航天专家、四川省人大第七、第八届常委孔繁庚，公路专家、京津唐高速公路主设计师孔祥金等，还有多人定居海外，在学术上均有建树。
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