A life of freedom.
3rd of march.
Over this last week I have been contemplating life. Its meaning and everything it presents to us. Life has both a banquet and a dumpster. It is up to each individual person to decide where they take their fuel (inspiration, purpose, experiences) from.
Life wether you have faith or not is about love, freedom, joy, passion, experience, hurt, learning, betrayal and beauty. I have decided not live live life in a padded room but rather to experience everything it has to offer.
The story of an hour - Kate Choppin.
Do we assume from the cultural, social and historical background that Ms. Mallard was oppressed due to her husband? Ms. Mallard remembering her husband when she thinks he is dead states “tender hands folded in death, the face that never looked save with love upon her. Can we assume that it was not the husband but rather society itself that imposed the oppression on her?
A member of my tutorial vehemently and passionately spoke about women's liberation and the oppression of women in that time period (1850 - 1904). This really spoke to me because as I was reading the text book ‘Reading and writing from literature’ - John E. Schwiebert the fact that each individual person brings a completely new perspective to text. The person from my tutorial brought their thoughts and previous experiences to the text. However my own personal take on ‘The story of an hour’ was completely different. The fact that the text itself was written during this period by a woman speaks to me that it was not the husband but rather society that was oppressing Ms. Mallard. She did not seize the day. Or appreciate life in all of its nitty gritty. Ms. Mallard was her own oppressor. She waited for and opportunity to be free, which was available to her the whole time. She was unable to grasp it. Granted society would have offered much opposition to her freedom. But in ways that no body and control or police she was bound. For example in her imagination and thoughts Ms. Mallard was limited. She waited for the death of her husband before feeling liberated because she unable to liberate herself. Her husband was used as a scapegoat.
Life, everyday should be like a love song. We should rise and greet the day with joy. Life with its beauty and sadness makes me sing. All of creation from the smallest ant to the largest tree deserves thought and contemplation. People tend to make life complicated. Heres a way a friend of mine explained it.
Your rich uncle dies and the bank comes to you and says you inherited an infinite amount of money. Every day $86, 400 will be deposited into your account. You can either spend the money or give it away. The only condition is you cannot save it. Every day we are given 86,400 seconds. Why waste another second of your life. Every moment is precious.
Sarah.
Over this last week I have been contemplating life. Its meaning and everything it presents to us. Life has both a banquet and a dumpster. It is up to each individual person to decide where they take their fuel (inspiration, purpose, experiences) from.
Life wether you have faith or not is about love, freedom, joy, passion, experience, hurt, learning, betrayal and beauty. I have decided not live live life in a padded room but rather to experience everything it has to offer.
The story of an hour - Kate Choppin.
Do we assume from the cultural, social and historical background that Ms. Mallard was oppressed due to her husband? Ms. Mallard remembering her husband when she thinks he is dead states “tender hands folded in death, the face that never looked save with love upon her. Can we assume that it was not the husband but rather society itself that imposed the oppression on her?
A member of my tutorial vehemently and passionately spoke about women's liberation and the oppression of women in that time period (1850 - 1904). This really spoke to me because as I was reading the text book ‘Reading and writing from literature’ - John E. Schwiebert the fact that each individual person brings a completely new perspective to text. The person from my tutorial brought their thoughts and previous experiences to the text. However my own personal take on ‘The story of an hour’ was completely different. The fact that the text itself was written during this period by a woman speaks to me that it was not the husband but rather society that was oppressing Ms. Mallard. She did not seize the day. Or appreciate life in all of its nitty gritty. Ms. Mallard was her own oppressor. She waited for and opportunity to be free, which was available to her the whole time. She was unable to grasp it. Granted society would have offered much opposition to her freedom. But in ways that no body and control or police she was bound. For example in her imagination and thoughts Ms. Mallard was limited. She waited for the death of her husband before feeling liberated because she unable to liberate herself. Her husband was used as a scapegoat.
Life, everyday should be like a love song. We should rise and greet the day with joy. Life with its beauty and sadness makes me sing. All of creation from the smallest ant to the largest tree deserves thought and contemplation. People tend to make life complicated. Heres a way a friend of mine explained it.
Your rich uncle dies and the bank comes to you and says you inherited an infinite amount of money. Every day $86, 400 will be deposited into your account. You can either spend the money or give it away. The only condition is you cannot save it. Every day we are given 86,400 seconds. Why waste another second of your life. Every moment is precious.
Sarah.